In the Quiet of the Night

The fire in the hearth had burned low, casting flickering shadows across the chamber. Seraphine lay in Kaelith's arms, her fingers tracing idle patterns over his chest.

For once, there were no words.

No battles to fight. No lies to untangle. No past to haunt them.

Kaelith exhaled, his hand brushing through her hair, the tension in his body slowly easing. "I should be thinking about what happens next," he murmured, almost to himself.

Seraphine lifted her head slightly, meeting his gaze. "Not tonight."

Something softened in his expression. He cupped her cheek, his thumb grazing her lower lip. "No," he agreed. "Not tonight."

He kissed her again—slow, deep, lingering. A promise.

For a little while longer, the world could wait.

To be continued…