[Sylas]
The soft, golden light of dawn filtered through the heavy curtains of the master bedroom, painting the familiar space in hues of amber and rose. I stirred, a deep, contented sigh escaping me. The lingering warmth of Elora nestled against my side, her breathing soft and even, was a profound comfort. Vernon, however, was no longer there. His side of the bed, usually a source of quiet heat, was cool to the touch. He must have slipped away sometime before dawn, a common occurrence when his mind was troubled.
I stretched, feeling the pleasant ache of muscles well-used. After a night like that, it was a wonder any of us could move. I carefully disentangled myself from Elora, pressing a soft kiss to her temple before rising. The manor was quiet, save for the distant chirping of birds ou
