~Lyra~
I officially moved in with Kael at Silvercrest today.
It looked like he’d torn down most of the suite walls just to build one enormous, echoing living room. Only three rooms remained—his, one completely stripped bare, and the other sealed shut.
The whole place felt empty. Like no one had ever really lived here.
So, I didn’t wait. I had the guards bring in the furniture I’d ordered earlier this week.
A milky-white dining table, paired with matching chairs. Three soft-toned art pieces went up on the wall to dull the coldness of the space. A fish tank and a few leafy green plants followed, instantly giving the place a sense of life.
The towering slate-gray wall was transformed into a library—floor-to-ceiling bookshelves filled with all kinds of reads, arranged not too neatly, wi
