The morning light spilled into the chamber like a gentle tide, brushing across the silken drapes and soft rugs.
The scent of fresh lilies drifted in through the open balcony doors, carried on a faint breeze.
Lumina stirred beneath the warm covers, her fingers curling against the sheets as the heaviness of sleep slowly lifted from her.
For the first time in weeks, her dreams had not been shadowed by fear.
Her mind wandered back to last night. How Ashen had been patient with her. His voice had been low but steady, guiding her hands over parchment and ink, teaching her the correct way to shape the ancient runes.
She had felt his presence at her side like a quiet shield. When she made mistakes, he did not sigh or scold her.
"You are smiling," came a teasing voice from the doorway.
Lumina tilted her head in the direction of the sound. "And?" she asked softly.
