The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal

138. Whispers of the Past

The early morning sun filtered through the canopy of trees, casting soft, golden light on the secluded clearing where Elijah and Sophia had retreated for some quiet time. The air was crisp, and the world seemed to slow as they sat together on a picnic blanket, a rare moment of peace.

“I needed this,” Sophia said, leaning into Elijah’s side. Her hand rested on his arm as she traced small patterns with her fingertips. “Sometimes it feels like we’re constantly fighting the world.”

Elijah glanced down at her, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “We are. But moments like this remind me why it’s worth it.”

Sophia tilted her head to look at him. “And what’s that?”

He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You.”

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she laughed. “You’re far too smooth for your own good, Mr. Norton.”

“Only for you, Mrs. Norton,” he teased, his voice low and warm.

Their laughter faded into comfortable silence as the wind rustled the leaves around them. So