After Silverstein left the King's chamber, where his mother rested peacefully, he descended the grand staircase leading to the floor below. His footsteps echoed softly through the dimly lit corridor as he made his way towards Alexa's room. Upon reaching the door, he paused, allowing his heightened senses to unlock it. With a gentle push, he opened the door silently, careful not to disturb her slumber.
She lay there, partially covered by her blanket, the soft moonlight filtering through the window, casting a delicate glow on her. She wore only a sheer nightgown that barely concealed her form, and he couldn't help but smile at the sight.
