"Ghea, look at the stars tonight, they seem to shimmer with a light that I have never noticed before in all my years of darkness," Gillian whispered, his voice barely audible against the cool evening breeze that swept across the master bedroom balcony.
Ghea leaned against the stone railing, her presence a soft warmth beside him. She looked up at the vast, velvet expanse of the night sky, where constellations burned with a cold, distant brilliance. The manor was quiet, a rare moment of stillness that felt almost fragile, as if the slightest sound might shatter the peace they had managed to carve out for themselves. Gillian stood close to her, his gaze not on the celestial lights, but on the way the starlight caught the soft curve of her profile.
For so long, Gillian had lived in a worl
