Chapter 27 A Love That Glowed Like Moonlight

Aelries lay in her tent, the weight of tomorrow pressing down on her like a stone. Outside, the fire had faded to a soft glow, its last embers flickering in the dark. Sleep eluded her—every thought circled back to the same inescapable truth: the journey was nearing its end. Soon, she would return to a life already written for her. Beyond the camp, the flower field shimmered under the silver touch of moonlight. One by one, the blossoms shifted, transforming into moonlight flowers, petals glowing like scattered stars across the grass. A cool breeze drifted through, brushing against the field in a silent lullaby. Inside the tent, Aelries stirred, her elven senses alert, unable to fully yield to sleep when something felt… different.