I woke up first, the early morning light filtering through the curtains casting a soft glow over Elara's sleeping form. She looked so peaceful, her chest rising and falling with each breath, her face serene.
It was a sight I never tired of, one that filled me with a warmth I couldn't quite explain. I leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead before slipping out of bed, careful not to wake her.
The events of the previous day weighed heavily on my mind. The attack on Elara had shaken me to my core, and I knew I couldn't rest until I found out who was behind it. I dressed quickly, opting for my more practical attire: dark pants, a fitted tunic, and my boots. I fastened my belt, where a dagger rested, and headed out to meet with my spies.
