The sun had long set, leaving the sky scattered with stars.
A gentle river flowed nearby, its soft murmuring blending with the crackling of the campfire.
The flames danced warmly, casting flickering orange light across the small clearing where Brandon and Rheanne had set up camp for the night.
They sat on a fallen log near the fire. A simple iron spit was holding several pieces of roasted rabbit meat seasoned with wild herbs they had gathered earlier.
Rheanne held a skewer of rabbit meat in her hands, taking small, elegant bites.
Brandon sat beside her, leaning forward slightly as he turned the spit.
He tore off a piece of meat with his fingers and ate quietly for a moment before speaking.
"I accepted Amelia's proposal," he said, staring into the fire. "We're going to get married."
Rheanne paused mid-bite and then slowly chewed the piece of meat.
After swallowing, she simply hummed softly.
"Hmm…"
Rheanne remained silent for a few more seconds.
