Evric was never one to simply obey. He would rather do what he wanted, take the risk, and apologize a million times afterward. But at least, in the end, he'd have done what he wanted.
Even as he nodded, I felt a mix of exasperation and affection. That's Evric, always pushing boundaries, always mischievously bold, yet somehow managing to make me trust him completely. I sighed softly, letting my hand brush against his sleeve, a silent reminder that I knew him too well. Despite everything, I couldn't help but smile. He would bend the rules, yes, but only for the moments that truly mattered to him, and somehow, that was exactly why I loved him.
By the time we got downstairs, we quickly had breakfast, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and toast filling the air. Nuala, always full of energy, turned to Evric with her signature puppy-eyed look. "Brother, I need some money. There are new designers I want to buy," she said, half pleading, half demanding.
