Beyond the clearing, Zadkiel sat in a relaxed position, a cup in his hand, his eyes fixed on the fallen world below. He looked up at them and smiled.
"Indeed we aren't. His name is Zadkiel." "He's told me much about you, Lady Keles," Zadkiel said, rising to his feet. He took her hand and lifted it, placing a gentle kiss on her knuckles.
"Charming," Keles replied, a hint of a smile playing on her lips, while Ikenga simply rolled his eyes in mock exasperation.
"You seem happy," Keles observed, her tone soft. Zadkiel was momentarily taken aback before he understood her meaning.
"Maybe so," he conceded, his gaze thoughtful. "Your man helped me see things differently." Both Keles and Zadkiel looked toward Ikenga, who was now preparing tea.
"You give me too much credit, Zadkiel," Ikenga called out, a smile in his voice. Laughter filled the garden, a warm, shared moment between them.
