SEPERATED?

Third-Person POV

A month had passed after the plans were made, the night was quiet, the moon casting a soft glow over the estate as Aiden stood in the doorway of the bedroom, watching the two most important people in his life.

Artemis lay curled up in bed, her red hair fanning out over the pillow, her face peaceful in sleep. In her arms, Elara rested, her tiny breaths barely audible in the stillness of the room.

Aiden's chest tightened.

He wasn't a man prone to fear. He had walked through fire, faced death, conquered empires built by blood and betrayal. But tonight, as he stood there, he felt something he rarely allowed himself to acknowledge, doubt.

Would this be the last time he held them?

Would this be the last night he had before war consumed everything?