You hear him before you see him — that low, warm laugh drifting over the courtyard. Adonis is leaning against the fountain’s edge, talking with one of the attendants, but the moment he notices you, the conversation falls away.
“There you are,” he says, his tone light but full of genuine warmth. “I was hoping I’d run into you. The view from the east terrace is perfect right now — the whole valley looks like it’s glowing.”
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