AFTER what happened to me, I decided to not succumb to the posing threat that I was indeed cursed and that there was no possible treatment or solution for that. Despite all that, I resumed to my usual routine even though Daemon doesn’t really require me.
Like always, I rose before dawn, my footsteps quiet as I tiptoed through the manor to avoid waking Calix.
The morning air was cool, and I welcomed the silence, taking a deep breath as I entered the kitchen to prepare breakfast for my son. I found peace in these small moments, even if it meant playing housemaid.
Since Daemon was off for an early hunt, the usual tension I felt whenever he was near was absent, allowing me to feel free, if only for a brief while.
After setting a pot of porridge to boil, I busied myself chopping fruit and
