59. Asena
I am smiling. For the first time in weeks, I am smiling.
Mama is back with me.
We head downstairs together after the morning lingers in bed. My body still feels warm and loose from their touches, from the gentle way they grounded me between them. Caspian keeps one hand on my lower back and Zavian walks close on my other side, fingers brushing mine every few steps. I feel surrounded, cherished, and slightly dazed by how natural it all seems now.
The scent of fresh coffee and warm bread greets us as we enter the dining area. Bernard, the butler, stands near the table with quiet efficiency. He is an older man with kind eyes and perfectly pressed clothes. Maria, the maid, arranges a platter of fruit and smiles softly when she sees us. A younger maid I have not met yet hovers near
