The morning light filtered gently through the stained-glass windows of the throne room, casting a warm, kaleidoscopic glow across the polished stone floor. The air was fresh and crisp, the scent of dew-kissed flowers wafting in from the garden outside.
It was one of those rare mornings where everything felt calm, peaceful a momentary reprieve from the chaos that had been our lives for so long.
Seraphina and I stood side by side near the grand throne, a sense of quiet companionship settling between us. Her hand lingered in mine, fingers intertwined, as we took a moment to simply be together.
The castle felt unusually tranquil, almost as if it were holding its breath, allowing us this brief pause before the demands of the day began.
Seraphina's thumb brushed over the back of my hand in a slow, soothing motion. "It's good to be home," she murmured, her voice soft, almost reverent.
