The morning sun filtered through the thick velvet curtains of the castle’s grand dining hall. Elenor sat at the head of the table, absently stirring her tea as her mind wandered. It had been a whirlwind of events lately—Alpha Torren’s visit, Scarlett’s mysterious illness, and the cryptic behaviour of the witch. She let out a small sigh, placing her spoon down with a soft clink.
Damien entered moments later, his footsteps brisk yet purposeful. His presence filled the room effortlessly, and Elenor couldn’t help but smile as he approached her.
“Good morning,” he greeted, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“Good morning,” she replied, her smile widening. “You look well-rested.”
He chuckled as he sat beside her, his plate already being filled by a servant. “That’s the first time I’ve heard th
