Lucian’s Guilt (IV)

The room was cloaked in a comforting silence which got broken only by the occasional crackling of the fire in the hearth. The flickering flames were casting shadows that danced along the stone walls, providing warmth and light in the otherwise cold room.

Seraphina sat quietly on the long couch, her fingers gently weaving through Lucian's long silver hair as his head rested in her lap. She could feel the tension slowly leaving his body, getting replaced by a soft calm that she hadn't seen in him ever since she came looking for him about an hour ago.

"Are you feeling better now?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Her fingers continued their gentle movements through his hair, as though she was trying to soothe away the weight of the burdens he carried.