Raina padded quietly down the long staircase, the loose silk of her robe trailing behind her.

Morning light filtered in through the tall windows, golden and soft. The house was quiet, save for the subtle clinking of cutlery from the dining area.

Finally, in what felt like a long time, she felt at peace.

When she turned the corner, her eyes landed on Aaron, he was already seated at the dinner, a plate of untouched eggs in front of him and his fingers were wrapped around a hot mug of coffee.

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