694 Second Trial 12 (1/2)

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Dyon could only see her back, but butterflies fluttered in his stomach, churning through his insides and forcing the shortness of his breath.

He couldn't see her face, but just her back sent waves through Dyon's heart.

She stood bare foot, wearing an elegant white gown that likely doubled as her sleepwear. He hair was so long that Dyon had only just made out the soles of her feet. If he hadn't known that the moon was silver as well, he was have sworn with his life on the line that the radiating silver color was from his wife's hair.

Dyon's brain stuttered. He had inadvertently called her his wife in his mind… Did he really mean it?...

Suddenly sensing Dyon's presence, Luna turned.

The entire moment seemed so slow. It was as though every centimeter her head moved, another minute would go by in the world. Dyon's perception pushed itself to max, wanting nothing more than to catch every frame of this moment so he could revisit it every moment of every day.

However, the reality was that it was only a moment before Luna's perfect countenance graced Dyon's visage.

Cool air charged through the slits of Dyon's teeth, but it did nothing to stop the heating of his limbs.

Luna looked like a perfectly sculpted doll. Dyon couldn't imagine that her height reached past his chest, yet her petite figure seemed so otherworldly that he found it difficult to breathe.

Her eyes were a piercing violet, shining under the night sky even as her silver hair fluttered. And yet, her small smile, caused by the curve of her delicate and soft pink lips, outshone it all as she slowly walked toward Dyon.

Before he even realized, Queen Luna had made it him, standing less than a foot away, her fragrance filled Dyon's senses with such a comfortable feeling that his limbs threatened to collapse under him.

Her face matched her petite body immaculately, graced with a flawless sheen with the slightest rose glow that gave her an adorable appearance.

Luna looked up at her husband, scanning his face with love in her eyes.

She reached up, gently stroking Dyon's cheek. ”You seem different today.” She paused, but didn't say anything further, as though she was trying to decide if she liked this Dyon more or not. ”Will you hold me under the moonlight? With everything that's happening, who knows when we'll see these mountains and skies again.”

Dyon grasped her hand, almost melting away when he felt the softness of her skin. Recovering, he left her to a reclined chair covered with soft pillows.

Moments later, Dyon stared at the sky with the petite Luna in his arms. Her ear lay on his chest, listening to the constant pounding of his heart. Feeling her touch, she couldn't seem to calm down.