(Author’s POV)
The morning light streamed into the grand dining hall, casting a golden hue over the long table where the Skylar men sat, each in their usual seat. The air was calm, composed almost as if the previous day's flood of emotions had been neatly tucked away, locked in a place where none of them had to deal with it.
Alexander sat at the head of the table, his gaze moving over his sons as they quietly ate their breakfast. Each of them had resumed their usual demeanor stoic, collected, impenetrable. But there was something different in the air today, something subtle yet undeniable.
Aurora stood near the entrance, speaking softly to the maids, giving instructions about the meal and making sure everything was in place. Though she was not seated, her presence was very much felt.
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