As the night wore on, I found myself feeling truly at peace for the first time in a long while. With Yura by my side, I knew I could face anything. And for now, that was more than enough.
The next morning, I woke to the sound of birds chirping outside our window. I stretched, feeling the lingering warmth of Yura's embrace. She was already up, her side of the bed empty but still warm. I could hear her humming softly from the bathroom.
I got up and padded over to the bathroom door, peeking in. "Good morning," I said, smiling at the sight of her brushing her hair.
"Morning, sleepyhead," she replied, turning to give me a quick kiss. "Ready for breakfast?"
"Always," I said, my stomach rumbling in agreement.
We headed downstairs to the dining room, where the smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked bread filled the air. Our head maid, Mrs. Kim, had outdone herself again. A spread of pastries, fruits, and eggs awaited us on the table.
