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Roman POV

As we concluded our conversation, Emily and I decided to have our meal in the lush gardens that surrounded the palace. The warm sun bathed us in a gentle glow, and the soft rustling of leaves added a soothing soundtrack to our meal.

We settled at a pristine white tablecloth spread with a delectable array of dishes prepared by the palace chefs. The scent of freshly grilled vegetables mixed with the savory aroma of roasted meats. Platters of colorful salads and fruits added vibrancy to the table.

My heart swelled with contentment as I watched Emily, her radiant smile more brilliant than the sunlight dappling through the leaves. Her happiness was my greatest reward, and I cherished every moment we spent together.

Emily reached for a fork and playfully teased me. "Roman, you're staring again. Is the food that enticing, or is it just your lovely Luna?"

I chuckled, unable to deny the truth in her words. "I'm afraid it's a combination of both, my love. This meal is a feast for