Another morning came.
The sky was painted with soft streaks of gold and pale blue as the sun climbed over the horizon. Birds sang faintly outside the inn, but their cheerful melody felt out of place against the heavy silence that hung inside. The weight of yesterday’s decisions, of fear, and of love filled the room more than words ever could.
Nox stood at the window, his tall frame outlined by the light seeping through the curtains. His broad shoulders were tense, his hands clenched at his sides. He could feel his son’s small eyes watching him, and it broke his heart.
Alexander sat on the bed, clutching his blanket. His round cheeks were pale from the tears he had cried earlier, and his lips trembled as if he were holding back more.
Finally, Nox turned, his dark eyes softening as they
