~ Adeline ~

A week passes.

Not loud, not quiet.

Just… softly. Like the world has wrapped itself in a thin blanket, muffling everything dangerous and sharp, leaving only warmth and breath and a sense of something new growing beneath the surface.

The mansion has not been this quiet in months.

No one raises their voice.

No loud arguments in the halls.

No tension crackling like lightning between the brothers.

Instead, each morning, Cassian checks on me with his silent, watchful ...