Serenya’s POV
By the time the taxi pulled up to the estate gates, the sky had dipped into a soft lavender color. Yeah, I had left Elara’s apartment, gone are days I could sleepover, apparently I’m now a married woman so I couldn’t do that without permission.
I paid the driver and stepped out, pulling my luggages over the threshold with a stubborn sigh. My shoulders ached. My heart felt heavier than the luggage in my grip. But I was a married woman, wasn’t I? This, this cold, silent mansion, was technically home.
I dragged myself up the steps, pausing only to brush windblown hair from my face. My fingers lingered on the brass handle for a breath too long, bracing myself for more silence, more indifference.
The door creaked open the moment I touched the password area, I turned to drag t
