EVELARA
As the morning light gently illuminated the room through the delicate curtains, it cast a golden glow upon the breakfast table. Beautiful and breathtaking view.
However, I wasn’t in the mood of enjoyment though, I was a bit restless and yawning. I couldn't sleep well last night. How could I? When each breath I take feels like a mercy of someone else's command?
Still, the smell of freshly brewed tea, roasted bread, and fried sausages was grounding enough to keep me from going mad.
Well, when nothing works, food definitely does…
Eryx, as usual, sitting beside me, his tiny legs swinging under the grand table, eyes bright as moonstones, not yet touched the breakfast. He was waiting for his father, who was late.
Therefore, I also prevented myself from touching breakf
