Chapter 24:A Gentle Morning & A Haunting Message
The golden morning light filters through the old lace curtains of the countryside estate, casting a warm glow over the wooden floors. The house is quiet, save for the occasional creak of the walls adjusting to the crisp morning air. Elara moves carefully through the kitchen, her bare feet padding against the cool floor as she arranges the fresh produce from the festival onto the counter. The scent of ripe berries, homemade bread, and golden honey fills the space. For the first time in what feels like forever, she wants to do something thoughtful for someone else. For him. She glances at the hallway leading to Damien’s room. He’s still asleep. Probably exhausted from all the attention he got at the festival yesterday. The thought makes her scoff. The town girls had practically thrown them
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