Rayla perched on the edge of the cliff, her sharp eyes scanning the horizon as the wind tugged at her silver hair. Beside her, Callum sat cross-legged, sketchbook in hand, his pencil dancing across the page. He was trying to capture the sunset, but his eyes kept darting toward her.

“Are you going to stare at me all day, or finish that drawing?” Rayla asked, a teasing smirk tugging at her lips.

Callum flushed, snapping his attention back to the sketchbook. “I wasn’t staring. I was… uh… studying the light.”

“Sure, ye were,” she said, rolling her eyes but clearly amused.

He chuckled, setting the book down. “Okay, maybe I was staring. But can you blame me? You look amazing with the wind in your hair and the glow of the sunset.”

Rayla’s smirk softened into something more vulnerable as she glanced at him. “Ye’re terrible at flirting, Callum.”

“Terribly honest, you mean,” he quipped, leaning closer.

Rayla turned to face him fully, her expression serious now. “You know, for a human prince, ye’re not half bad.”

“And for an elven assassin, you’re kind of perfect,” Callum replied, his voice warm.

Rayla’s cheeks flushed slightly, but she didn’t pull away as he reached out and took her hand. In that quiet moment, with the wind and the colors of the sunset wrapping around them, the differences between their worlds felt smaller, and the bond they shared felt unbreakable.