Elena returned to the table with a tray of tea. The warmth of the fire crackling in the hearth added a sense of comfort to the room.
Lyra and Xenia had retired for the night, leaving Reina and Matthew to sip their tea and continue their conversation in peace.
"Could I ask to know where you were birthed?" Matthew began, his voice gentle yet probing.Elena settled into her chair, a warm smile gracing her features.
"East Amhal. It was known to be a holy land," she replied, her eyes reflecting a mixture of pride and nostalgia.
"Do you mind if I inquire about your husband?" Matthew asked, carefully observing her reaction.Elena's expression faltered for a moment, a flicker of hesitation crossing her face.
"He was from..." She paused, catching herself before she revealed too much.
"He... he died. Gabriel. He was such a lovely man," she said, her voice tinged with sorrow.
