Morning in the West Residence arrived softly.
The curtains had not been fully opened. The glass wall at the far side of the bedroom held a pale winter brightness behind its privacy wards, enough to silver the room without making it harsh. Ether lines ran low in the walls, their glow muted to morning settings. Somewhere beyond the suite, the household had already begun moving. Distant steps. A service lift humming once through the residential core. The faint pressure shift of climate wards compensating for the colder air outside.
Inside the room, however, there was only warmth.
And Gregoris.
