|Snow|
I focused on getting ready. I tucked the anxiety deep inside, where it couldn’t reach me. Breakfast was brought up to our room—a quiet indulgence at Kairos’ request. I think he wanted just a little more time alone with me before the day truly began. Something intimate. Something grounding.
Still, he hadn’t forgotten our responsibilities. He had already instructed the servants to let Amos know that the meeting with Silas, Stephanie and the other guests would begin at nine sharp.
As we sat at the small table near the windows, sunlight spilled into the room like gold—but the atmosphere between us remained dim and heavy. Our breakfast, though delicious, was shadowed by silence. Kairos barely touched his food, his gaze distant, his shoulders taut with unspoken worry. It was clear the
