The Promised Coffee Date

As Seraphina stood in the pavilion, her heart fluttered with excitement. The air around her was heavy with the fragrance of blooming roses, the soft glow of lanterns casting a golden hue over the carefully arranged setting.

It was a serene evening, and the pond behind her shimmered under the light of the castle's lanterns, creating a magical atmosphere. The entire week had been an overwhelming success, and this evening was her way of celebrating—especially with Lucian.

Her thoughts drifted back to how peaceful her days had been since the man from her dreams had finally left her alone, even if it was only for a short while. After all the turmoil and sleepless nights, the silence in her dreams was a welcome relief.

Most importantly, she felt safer and more secure now since she had shared everything with the Shadow Lords. All four of them had been particularly attentive, their gentle affection soothing the unease left by her visions.