Lilliana's POV
The flickering flames in the hearth cast a warm, dancing glow across the room, bathing our
sanctuary in a cozy embrace. Huddled on the plush sofa, I nestled deeper into Nathaniel's
strong arms, savoring the familiar scent and warmth that had been absent from my life for far
too long.
As the crackling logs filled the air with the comforting aroma of burning oak, I allowed my mind
to drift, sifting through the kaleidoscope of memories that had been restored to me. Fragments
of our past, once lost in the haze of amnesia, now shone with crystalline clarity, each
recollection a precious jewel to be treasured.
Nathaniel's fingers traced idle patterns along the curve of my arm, his touch feather-light and
reverent, as if he feared I might slip away once more. I tilted my head back, drinking in the sight
of his ruggedly handsome features, committing every line and contour to memory anew.