Aeliana woke early, the faint light of dawn streaming through the heavy velvet curtains of the room. She stretched with a yawn, reaching over to find the other side of the bed empty. Her heart skipped for a moment as her hand brushed against cold sheets—Lucian was gone.
As she wandered through the dark and grand halls of Lucian's castle, the scent of aged wood and faint incense filled the air. She passed the lounge area, stopping short when she noticed Kael sprawled on one of the ornate sofas.
Kael's head rested awkwardly against the arm of the sofa, dark circles shadowed his eyes, and his usual strong, protective demeanor was replaced with exhaustion. Aeliana's heart twinged at the sight.
"Oh, Kael," she whispered, stepping closer. She crouched beside him, studying his worn expression.
Aeliana leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. It was a small, affectionate gesture—one of gratitude and care. 'That should put him into ease'
