The early morning light filtered softly through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room. Arthur stirred, his gaze falling on Seraphina as she slept peacefully beside him. Her serene expression, free of the weight she so often carried, was a sight he found himself unwilling to disturb. Her silver hair spilled over the pillow like moonlight, and her breathing was soft and even.
Rising quietly, Arthur moved to the window, the events of the night still fresh in his mind but overshadowed by thoughts of what lay ahead. The road before him was fraught with challenges, each more daunting than the last.
