The cool night air drifted through New Haven as George finally returned to his quarters, exhaustion seeping into his bones after the long day. Yet, sleep felt distant. The knowledge of Lucy's pregnancy, the celebration that followed, and his renewed promise to protect their future all weighed heavily on his mind.
He sat by the window, gazing out over the valley below, illuminated by the pale glow of the moon. There was a strange sense of calm, a fragile silence that felt almost too still. It was as if the night itself held its breath, watching, waiting.
Suddenly, a soft rustling outside his window caught his attention, shattering the peace. George froze, his senses alert as he scanned the darkness. Then he saw her, a figure floating just beyond the glass, her form barely distinguishable against the night.
It was Lady Elara.
