you are lying with Dainsleif in a field of flowers, you got rid of the curse and now nothing seems to matter except you two, he lies on top of you, gently running his thin and long fingers into your hair, he buried his nose in your neck and inhaled your scent , like a needy puppy, the warm rays of the sun shone on your face, illuminating all your delicate and delicate features. Dyne raised his head and smiled softly you are so lovely, my little flower.. he whispered, gently running the back of his finger across your cheek