Serayah Cressors.
31st December 2024
One hour to the 1st of 2025.
The Moon Grave Castle is bursting with fireworks. I’m still surprised Roar allowed this; when I first met him, he was the type to prefer darkness. But here we are. The housekeepers are in the garden celebrating within the last hour before new year.
Roar, of course, isn’t here. I heard he is working late at the Paragon Hall, working late. He’s been…different with me. Well, I say "different," but really, he’s been cordial. Which is a surprise in itself. There’s still that siege to his voice but it’s softer somehow—softer with me. After he found out I gave his son a name, I readied myself for anger.
For him to lash out at my audacity, but it never came.
Instead, for the first time, I saw him holding his son and quietly,
