Charis
I waited patiently until Kael's breathing deepened and evened out, signalling he had finally fallen into a deep sleep.
His face looked peaceful now, not twisted with the fear and confusion I'd seen earlier. Carefully, I slipped out of the bed and pulled the covers up over his body before quietly walking out of the room.
The house was surprisingly quiet for the time of day. Usually, I could hear servants moving around or the distant sounds of activity from the grounds. Today, everything felt still and hushed.
My stomach rumbled, reminding me I had skipped my breakfast. I decided to look for a snack in the kitchen.
When I entered the large, modern kitchen, I found Isolde standing at the marble island, chopping vegetables on a wooden cutting board. She looked different without her usual formal clothes, wearing a simple apron over a comfortable dress, her scarred face partially hidden by the angle at which she was working.
