Her Fated Mate
The trunk slowly opened, a chill emanating from it, and lyra saw a large white box inside, with a faint fragrance wafting out.
"Mr. ambrose, are the flowers inside here?"
"Yeah."
Lyra opened it eagerly, and as soon as she did, the chill intensified, leaving her stunned.
"Wow... so beautiful."
Clusters of white flowers surrounded by ice, each blossom delicate and vibrant, their fragrance more intense in the cold air.
“This... What kind of flower is this? I've never seen it before,” lyra murmured. “So beautiful... just like snow.”
Tristan stood beside her, five meters away, holding a cub and watching her.
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