Voren and Seraphine had endured a long day.
The kind of day that gnawed at the edges of patience and left exhaustion coiled deep in the bones. Aside from ensuring every detail of the coronation was flawless, they had also been tasked with setting the right traps for the two witches Ravyn was bringing into their midst.
Every angle had to be considered. Every possibility accounted for. Every shadow examined for the threat lurking within.
The stakes were too high for mistakes. When they finally found a moment of reprieve, they made their rounds.
Desmond and Nessa first. Then Kylie and Humphrey.
Both couples radiated warmth, their affection for Seraphine unguarded. It stirred something in Seraphine, a bittersweet nostalgia for the family she had once longed for.
