When Tay arrived back at his castle, the night was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of the wind through the towering trees surrounding the estate. As he walked through the grand hall, the weight of the day’s events pressed down on him. Yet, as he stepped into his private chambers, the sight before him made everything else fade away.
Maya was curled up on the wide, cushioned chair by the window, a book balanced delicately in her hands. The moonlight poured through the tall glass panes, casting a silvery glow over her features. Her long hair spilled over her shoulders like a waterfall, and her expression was one of quiet focus, her lips slightly parted as she lost herself in the world of the story. She looked serene, untouched by the chaos of the realms, and utterly innocent, so unlike
