The first tendrils of dawn painted the sky with hues of soft gold and pale pink, a gentle herald of the approaching morning. In the quiet hours between night and day, the world seemed to hold its breath, caught in a delicate transition.
In her room at the heart of the coven's sanctuary, Lily stirred from her slumber. The veil of sleep lifted gradually, giving way to the soft light filtering through her window. She stretched languidly, her body a symphony of well-rested contentment.
As her senses fully awakened, she became acutely aware of the presence beside her. Her heart skipped a beat as she turned, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Lucian was there, his features softened in repose, his dark hair falling gently across his forehead.
Lily watched him, a tender affection filli
