A week passed without any drama. Lyanna didn't even trust it at first.
No one interrupted them in their conversations, no one was discussing conspiracy plots in the empty rooms, and no one was attacking or plotting against Thornfield.
Lyanna and Azrael spent their mornings having breakfast together discussing mundane things, and evenings reading next to each other.
And nights were no longer driven by fear or desperation. There was warmth and understanding that no one could separate them anymore.
On the seventh morning, Lyanna woke to an empty bed. She saw Azrael already dressed, standing by the window.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Azrael repliedr "I was just thinking that this week has been… nice."
"Nice?"
"Yes. We didn't solve any major crises, didn't survive assassination attempts, and there were no political disasters."
"And that bothers you?" Lyanna asked.
