After their embrace finally ended, Leon gently took Seraphine's hand and led her toward the romantic setting he'd carefully constructed.
GUIDE! LEAD! WALK!
"Come. I prepared something for us."
Seraphine was taking it all in—the glowing ice pavilion, the melodic water features, the warm flame-flowers casting golden light across everything. Her eyes widened with wonder, mouth slightly open.
He did all this... for me?
She felt overwhelmed by the fact that she'd suddenly gotten to meet him like this. She'd been training relentlessly, pushing herself harder every single day to grow stronger. She wouldn't lie—every day, she'd missed him terribly, ached for his presence.
But I kept myself here to train. To become worthy of standing beside him.
Now, being here with him, it felt surreal.
She also noticed immediately how Leon seemed noticeably taller than before—at least two inches of growth since she'd last seen him.
What happened to him? He's changed.
