Chapter 27
Aria Amethyst's Point of View
The subtle hues of dawn barely kissed the edges of our house when a rhythmic knock echoed through the door, disrupting the quietude of our morning rituals. As the door swung open, Thadeus stood there, his typical stoicism replaced by a gentle smile, a welcomed deviation.
"Good morning, Aria," he greeted, his voice carrying an unexpected warmth that seemed to envelop me.
"Good morning, Thadeus. Come in," I welcomed, stepping aside to let him enter. His eyes darted around our home, silently nodding in approval as if it passed some unspoken test.
Thadeus had seamlessly integrated himself into the rhythm of my life, consistently checking in as if it were second nature. Today, however, there was a subtle undercurrent of excitement in his eyes, sugge
