My eyes fluttered open to the soft light filtering through the curtains. it was a new day but I'm not looking forward to it.
I swung my legs out of bed and stretched, feeling a surprising sense of calm settle over me. Downstairs, the aroma of coffee and something warm and delicious filled the air. I padded into the kitchen, my bare feet silent on the cool tile.
And there he was. Astor. Sitting at the table, a plate piled high with pancakes in front of him. He looked up as I entered, a small, almost expectant smile on his face.
“Good morning,” he said, his voice a little softer than usual. So I guess he is going back to his original plan which is dangling a sweet in front of me hoping I'll take it and forget everything.
I blinked. “Morning. Don’t you have a meeting this morning?” I aske
