Chapter 145 - Cornered by Centaurs

Under the gentle light of the candles, Cyrus and Aryana laid in bed with their bodies intertwined. Her presence made his room, which had before been a place of planning and seclusion, feel cozy and vibrant. The room hummed with a cozy familiarity, and her possessions had been transferred in, the last stamp of their union. With Cyrus's arm wrapped around her and Aryana's head resting against his chest, his breathing had a soothing pattern as it rose and fell steadily, "I love the candles” she whispered as she looked at the flames that flickered. Soft shadows danced along the walls as their faces were lighted by the warm light. Cyrus gave her a gentle grin and drew her in, "I remember” he said in a soft, sympathetic voice, "You mentioned it once, so now I always light them” The weight of contentment weighed on her as she smiled. However, a thought that had been bothering her since their first day together kept coming back to her. After some hesitation, she decided to ask, “Cyrus