The night air in the Zephyros Kingdom was usually a comfort to Luna Zephyros. He was unofficially known as the Night Emperor. He naturally ruled the dark shadows. But tonight, the freezing wind whipping across the jagged mountains felt different, and incredibly heavy. It felt like a deadly, silent warning.
Luna stood completely alone at the dark, rocky bottom of Moonspire Hill. He had just safely sent Soltheia back to her home kingdom in her pristine white carriage. He had actually proposed to her and she had actually accepted. He was officially going to be a husband. He had a real future now. He had every single reason in the world to just go straight home, crawl into his warm, comfortable bed, and sleep peacefully for three days straight.
