Night had fallen quietly over the Vaelorian estate. Raelynn sat on the edge of her bed, a light blanket draped over her knees as the faint hum of the evening breeze brushed through the slightly open balcony doors. Dinner had been uneventful—a solitary affair, as Elion and Sloane were still engrossed in their respective work. She had thought the silence would be peaceful, but instead, it felt hollow.
She chuckled to herself, shaking her head. Funny how things change, she thought. Before meeting Elion, she had always eaten alone. It was the norm, a routine she never questioned. But now, she found herself missing the subtle comfort of company, even if it came with Elion's occasional brooding silences or Sloane's sharp remarks.
