Chapter 11: The Healer's Heart
(Grace's POV)
The morning light spilled through the windows of the family wing, illuminating every crease and fold in the StormHeart mansion’s grandeur. It was unusually quiet today; even the normal hum of soft conversations seemed muted. Diana and Jonathan Storm were busy with their plans to move their quarters, carefully instructing staff where to carry boxes and keep items safe.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked, watching a maid pack a set of crystal ornaments into thick paper. My hands hovered awkwardly over a nearby table, unsure of how to help.
Diana looked up from sealing a box, warmth in her expression. "Absolutely. Privacy is important. Especially now that you're helping Lucian recover."
I blushed. My hands fidgeted over the smooth surface
