Echoes Of The True Luna

Lara looked up at Crane and noticed how his shoulders had dropped, as though the weight he carried had finally found a place to rest. She stepped closer and held him gently.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked softly.

“There is still so much time. We can wait until you are rea—”

Crane turned fully to her before she could finish.

He took both her hands in his, grounding, steady.

“I have never been more ready,” he said quietly. “You have already become a part of me. So it is mandatory that you know these things.”

She nodded slowly in agreement.

Crane guided her forward, walking with her toward the bed. Lara’s eyes drifted around the room as they moved.

The furniture was unmistakably expensive—crafted from dark, polished wood, the kind only centuries-old wealth could afford. Ornate carvings traced the edges of wardrobes and cabinets.

A grand dresser stood against the wall, its gold-lined handles dulled by negl