Back at the guest room nestled within the safe confines of the castle grounds, the warmth of the night wrapped itself around the walls like a gentle lullaby. After their long day of revelations, conversations, and an unexpected reunion beneath the statue of a Saint, Luke and Ilyrana returned in a shared silence that said more than words could.
Neither of them spoke as they entered the room. There was no need to.
The fireplace had been kept low, casting flickering amber shadows across the carpet and walls. The staff, as diligent as ever, had already drawn the curtains and laid out their bedding with the usual grace and precision. The world outside still slumbered beneath a blanket of stars, and the distant hum of a midnight breeze barely reached past the glass panes.
