Nevara
The dining hall felt quieter once Michelle left.
Not just in volume—but in presence.
Thoren watched the door for a moment longer, like he wasn’t entirely sure she’d stay gone, then turned to me with a small, crooked smile.
“So,” he said, voice dipping into something softer. “What do you want to do today?”
I blinked. “No idea. I was kind of hoping you’d have one.”
He leaned back, arms folding casually over his chest. The firelight caught the gold in his eyes and for a second, he looked younger. Lighter.
“I’ve got it,” he said suddenly. “Let’s go shopping.”
I raised a brow. “Shopping? For what?”
“For whatever we want,” he said, grinning like a man with a secret. “Let’s just… be normal people for a few hours. No titles. No politics. No training. Just existing. Together.”
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