An Ultimatum from The Major

Xander's Private Residence.

Morning sunlight filtered through the tall windows of the dining room, casting a golden glow on the polished mahogany table. The air was still, heavy with an unspoken tension that had lingered since last night.

Aurora stepped into the dining room, her expression neutral as her gaze flickered toward the head seat at the table. Empty.

She released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding and made her way to her usual spot. The absence of Xander felt like a small victory. At least he was listening to her on this one.

As soon as she sat down, a plate of her favourite breakfast—fluffy pancakes, scrambled eggs, and fresh fruit—was placed before her. The aroma was warm and inviting, but her appetite was dimmed by the events of the past few days.

Still, she shut her eyes and murmured a quiet prayer before picking up her cutlery.