*Runze's POV*
Two days later.
The house wakes up earlier than usual, I know it before I even open my eyes.
I hear quiet footsteps outside the bedroom door. Somewhere far downstairs, cups clink against the tables, doors open and close with soft thuds, voices drift through the hallway in low whispers. All the staff are speaking much more quietly than normal.
It isn't noisy, just very purposeful.
I stay under the blankets for another minute, staring at the ceiling to clear my head before I finally open my eyes.
A few feet away from the bed, Bael is already standing.
The wardrobe doors are wide open behind him. He is busy buttoning the cuff of a clean black shirt, his movements are slow.
Every single gesture looks practiced, almost mechanical. His eyes stay fixed on his wrist. He hasn't looked toward the bed yet, so I can't tell if he knows I am awake.
With Bael, I am never completely sure.
