Donna’s POV I hadn’t expected Dane to ask me to the gardens, let alone for a private dinner. My footsteps carried me along the stone path, heart racing slightly—not from fear, but from anticipation. The scent of evening blooms hung thick in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of fresh herbs from nearby planters.When I reached the gazebo at the far end of the garden, I froze. The space was bathed in warm candlelight, each flame flickering softly, casting shadows across the carefully arranged table set for two. The sight made my breath catch.“Dane…” I whispered, surprised.He stood from behind the table, offering a small, tentative smile. “I wanted a quiet evening,” he said. “Away from the training halls, the court, and everything else. Just… us.”I felt a flutter of warmth. His presence alone calmed the tension I’d carried all day. “It’s… beautiful,” I managed.He gestured toward the seats. “Shall we sit?”I lowered myself carefully onto the chair, glancing around at the subtle
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