Late at night, in the Harmon estate.
Moonlight filtered through the sheer ivory drapes, casting a soft glow over the pale ivory bed, as if wrapping the woman in a veil of silver light.
Elaria slept silently.
A tall figure stepped in quietly, moving with light footsteps until he reached the edge of the bed and crouched down gently.
Elaria couldn't hear a thing, completely unaware.
Sebastian knelt beside her, listening to her soft breathing, his eyes fixed on her slightly pale face. After a long moment of suppressed emotion, he finally reached out and gently brushed her fragile cheek-
If he could turn back the clock, he would never have left Caelmoor that night. He wouldn't have left Elaria alone in the dark, terrified and waiting.
Every time he shut his eyes, Sebastia
