The moonlight bathed the garden in a soft, ethereal glow, casting long shadows across the uneven terrain. Noori, her hand extended in a silent invitation, stood amidst the wild beauty, her figure illuminated by the gentle light. Dastan, his gaze fixed on her, remained seated on the grass, his expression unreadable against the backdrop of the night.
"Is your Highness feeling well already?" Noori's voice broke the silence, her words echoing in the tranquil night air. Dastan shifted his gaze, breaking eye contact with her, and slowly made his way to her side, his movements deliberate and measured.
"You speak of the heart as if you have felt the pain of its breaking," Dastan's voice resonated with depth, carrying a weight of understanding and empathy. Noori's hand fell to her side as she took a deep breath, her eyes closing in contemplation, the moonlight casting a gentle glow upon her features.