ROWAN CARTER
After my little conversation with my dear brother , I made ,my way towards the room. I would like to rest as well. I slowly opened the door only to see Freya sleeping peacefully in the middle of the bed.
Curled slightly on her side, one arm tucked beneath the pillow, hair spread across the white sheets. The soft cabin lights cast a warm glow across her face, smoothing away the sharp intelligence she carries when she’s awake.
She looks younger like this, well she is young.
Unburdened by the world. Peaceful. For a moment, I just stood there. Watching.
There’s something dangerously disarming about seeing the person you married less than twenty-four hours ago sleeping in your private jet while you calculate legacy timelines with your half-brother in the next cabin who is yo
