CYRAN'S POV
The moment I stepped through the door, the aroma of rosemary greeted me. Seraphina smiled proudly before leaning in to whisper,
"It's been a long time since you've had Mother's cooking. Just don't get too greedy later. I'm hungry too."
I didn't answer. Everything she said was true. It had been a long time since I'd set foot in this dining room. In fact, I hadn't come here once since Seraphina moved out. L Without her, I no longer had a reason to visit.
Lady Vermont stepped out of the dining room, still wearing her apron. The moment she saw me standing beside her daughter, her face lit up.
"Cyran."
She wrapped me in a warm hug without hesitation, just as she would one of her own children. And, truthfully, I'd almost come to think of her that way myself.
Our families had b
