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A little squeak of amazement escapes her lips.
It’s fucking adorable.
I rise.
With one mighty push of my wings, we launch into the skies.
The wind greets me like an old friend, swirling around us, carrying our scents, our magic.
Clouds part, sunlight spills across the sky, and my brave little mortal clings to the reins I enchanted for her, her thighs tightening around my torso.
She lets out a breathless shriek—not in fear, but exhilaration.
A laugh bubbles from her lips. “Alaric! This is insane!”
In response, I tilt and roll, letting her feel the freedom of it. She clutches tighter and laughs louder, the sound echoing across the vast heavens.
“You’re amazing!” she shouts into the roaring wind.
I answer her through our link, “Agree to disagree,my viyella, for it is you who amazes me.”
Her gasp is audible, her joy crashing into me like a wave.
I feel it. Live it. Breathe it.
Magic hums between us, bending air, and making her shriek with joy.
I dare to ask, “Want to go faster?”
“Yes!” she cries aloud, her voice gleeful and daring.
And so I oblige.
I open my maw and let loose a stream of silver flame into the sky, branding the clouds with light.
Then I pull my wings tight, tucking them just so, and dive like a bullet.
We shoot across the horizon, faster than thought, slicing through the wind. Her thrilled cries ride the air, wild and unafraid, and I feel her joy like fire beneath my skin.
I carry her higher—over the jagged mountains of the Eyrie, over the shimmer-laced forests and glassy rivers of Nightfall.
Creatures below lift their faces, sensing me. Knowing me. The Lord of Air, keeper of Winds, and now they know that I’ve claimed a mate.
But no one could know I’ve soul-bonded to this mortal. That I have indeed entered the zareth.
And for the first time in centuries, I feel it in my soul.
Freedom.
Because I’m not alone anymore.
I have her.My viyella. And I will never let her go.
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Jules
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