Sunset Valley What the future says,

morwenna's eyes flash with the same fire that burns in his. she stands tall, shoulders unyielding, even as he brushes past her. his words burn, but she does not flinch. the weight of them settles around her like smoke, thick and bitter.
you and i are made of fire, she says softly, voice steady, a flame of her own curling beneath her words. we burn, we scorch, but we don't let ourselves be consumed.
she steps forward, to close the space between them. once, adonis crownore bent the knee. and you yourself said you'd crown me. there is no malice in her tone, but a deep knowing, the fire inside her only stoked by the memories they share.
you and i... she breathed, my claim will be stronger with you beside me.
when she looks at him, there’s no fear in her gaze—just an unrelenting understanding of their shared past. she doesn’t flinch from his approach, but neither does she let him push her aside. her gaze never falters from his, a silent challenge.
a pause, just long enough for the fire to flicker between them. say what you will of me, but you are as bound to me as i am to you.
and with that, morwenna stands her ground. there is no anger here, no sharp bite to her words. only the inevitable truth.