Morning came with gentle insistence, sunlight spilling through the windows to paint patterns across the bed. I woke to find Seraphina already alert, propped up on one elbow, studying me with her usual intensity.
"Good morning," I said, voice rough with sleep.
"Your sleep cycles appear restful," she observed by way of greeting. "No evident nightmares or stress responses."
I smiled. "Good morning to you too."
A slight smile curved her lips. "Morning," she conceded, leaning down to press a brief kiss to my lips. "We should leave within two hours to return to the Academy at an appropriate time."
Always practical, always planning—even in moments like this. It was oddly endearing.
"We have time for breakfast, then?" I asked, stretching carefully beneath her watchful gaze.
"Yes. I've already instructed the chefs to prepare something."
We ate on the terrace, watching the morning sun sparkle on the ocean. Seraphina was quieter than usual, seemingly absorbed in her own thoughts.
