Cassian and Emeraude strolled through the narrow streets of Paris, their hands intertwined and their hearts filled with love and admiration. The summer sun painted the city in golden hues, reflecting off the ancient facades of buildings and the calm waters of the Seine. Paris seemed to have been created especially for them in that moment, a perfect backdrop for their honeymoon.
They wandered through the alleys of the Latin Quarter, where the scent of fresh coffee and newly baked croissants wafted through the air. Cassian led Emeraude to a charming little café, where they settled at an outdoor table. The waiter, with a friendly smile, greeted them in French, and Cassian responded with his own attempt at French, making Emeraude laugh softly.
As they savored their croissants and coffee, they planned their activities for the day. Cassian suggested a visit to Notre-Dame Cathedral, and Emeraude eagerly agreed. She had always wanted to see up close that majestic masterpiece of Gothic archite
