[Location: Morningstar Manor, New York]
[Timeskip: One week]
Early in the morning.
Sunlight shone through the white curtains, and the fresh air blew away the last traces of the previous night's activity. The mansion was quiet, the kind of silence that only followed after days of indulgence and nights spent burning through everything unspoken.
I looked at the scene next to me, and a slight smile curved my lips.
Grayfia was still asleep. Exhausted from the previous night, or perhaps, just being shamelessly lazy. Even now, her brows were slightly furrowed as if some phantom dream tried to tug her back into tension.
"So old, yet she loves riding the—" I cut off my own muttering with a low chuckle, shaking my head.
