That day, everything was perfect.

Aera and her love—Ardyn—sat under a tree in a small clearing in a beautiful golden wheat field. It was a beautiful day. So beautiful in fact, that it almost seemed too good to be true. Almost as if fate prepared them for what to come.

Aera was sitting up against the trunk of the tree, with Ardyn laying down beneath her with his head in her lap. She gently strokes his long long as they chat with each other with ease, as they've been lovers for a long time—as they're also engaged.

*She smiled down at him with awe, completely smitten with her beloved. They cuddled, laughed, and cried together during their countless times alone. *

No matter how many times they've done this, it's never gotten old. And each time, they've always wished for it to just be like this forever—or really—that's just the opposite of what fate planned for them.

But for now, it was just love and relaxation coating the atmosphere around them—not a care in the world.

She chuckled softly at his small jokes, running her fingers through his long locks as she listens with her utmost attention, her gaze fond.

"I've always loved your hair, you know—so long and soft. Perfect to play with from time to time.."