Chapter 170 Time, At Last, Had Surrendered

• Her reply was soft yet resolute, "I vow to walk beside you, through joy and sorrow, through mortal breath and eternal memory. I vow never to make rash decisions...not even to chase the past," she teased with a soft chuckle. He laughed with her, the sound carrying warmth, a shared promise that their love would always look forward, never backward.
• Aakifahlynn knew it was her own rash decision that had stolen from them the life they might have shared in the 1400s.
• And so she understood that this vow carried a weight beyond words. To him, it meant everything, just as the vow of his promise never to abandon her. Together, their promises were not merely spoken, they were the mending of centuries, the healing of wounds left by time itself.