Eighty-two

The town was slowly awakening as the sun began to rise over the horizon. Golden beams of light illuminated the buildings, illuminating the sleepy town in a warm glow.

The sky was a beautiful array of pale pinks and blues, painting the clouds in hues of pleasing pastels.

As the sun rose higher, birds awoke and began to chirp in the forest outside of the rock wall of the town, joining in a melodic chorus of morning song.

The air was crisp and cool as the town began to come to life, people leaving their homes to begin the day's work.

Jannah looked out of the window, her eyes watching as the sunlight peeked through the blinds, her hand enclosed with the Duke's as she ran her hand through the hair of the women on her lap.

The meeting last night was peaceful as it can be, with the Duke collapsing after reassuring him that he'll be fine.