Draven's pov
The estate was never truly quiet,not with the war humming like a fever beneath its bones,but there was a silence in the early hours that I cherished. Before the clanging of orders, before steel met steel in training yards and radios buzzed with whispers from the front. Dawn had a weight of its own.
Today, it felt heavier than usual.
I made my way toward the armory, boots echoing in the narrow corridor as the first light crept across the stone floor. The scent of oil, gunpowder, and old leather met me as I pushed open the door,comforting in a way that only veterans understand. But what I saw inside knocked the breath from my chest for an entirely different reason.
Kira and Eira.
Together.
