Elias’s pov :
Lucy burst into my study next morning without knocking, her vanilla scent trailing like a sweet storm. She was in her usual casual gear, yoga pants, an oversized sweater that swallowed her frame, hair tossed into a messy bun that somehow looked intentional.
"Elias! Winter's coming, snow, holidays, all that jazz. We need to go shopping," she announced, planting herself in front of my desk with arms crossed, her expression a mix of determination and that bubbly charm she wielded like a weapon.
I didn't even glance up from my tablet, scrolling through the latest border patrol reports. Rogues had been spotted near the northern flanks again, testing our defenses.
"You want to go shopping," I corrected flatly, taking a sip from my coffee mug, the bitter brew grounding
