The Luna's Groom
For they are the fulfillment of a promise, and fate itself shall yield:
They, the spark that commands the storm.
They, the storm that guards the flame.
Bound by love, fortified by destiny.
Three souls, one bond, one legacy.
Now shall their blood unwrite what blood once wrote.]
As she spoke, my stomach illuminated with a soft, golden light. A subtle heart-shaped symbol lingered over my skin, glowing gently before fading away.
"Wow." Eira whispered.
“Nothing and no one will be able to undo this blessing,” she said, her smile genuine and warm. “Be strong, Eleanor. Stay healthy for them. You will be okay.”
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