The Contract Bride
And as the moon rose above the horizon, casting its silver glow upon the island, I knew that our happiness was a testament to the power of love, a beacon of hope in a world that often seemed too dark.
The scent of salt air and jasmine hung heavy in the air, a familiar comfort as I watched Soirye from across the room. She was curled up on the couch, Darkon asleep beside her. The moonlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow on her face, highlighting the delicate lines of her features.
She looked so peaceful, so serene, yet I knew the storm that raged within her. The illness, a relentless tide that threatened to consume her, had taken its toll. It had stolen her energy, her vitali
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