Cavin's POV
It had been months since the nightmare finally ended. Eliza and I had moved to London, far away from the chaos, the pain, and the shadows of the past. I kept the truth about her parents' deaths from her, not because I wanted to deceive her, but because she wasn't ready. Her delicate state was my priority, and I'd do anything to protect her peace. She was my everything now.
This morning, as I watched her curled up on the couch, wrapped in a soft blanket with a steaming mug of tea, I couldn't help but smile. She had been cranky all day, snapping at the smallest things. It was her time of the month, and she wasn't exactly subtle about it.
"Princess," I called softly, approaching her with a warm water bottle in hand.
"What?" she snapped, glaring at me from over the rim of her cup.
I chuckled. "I brought you this. It'll help."