Selena was curled up on an armchair near the fireplace with a steaming mug cradled in her lap. Her face was softer and brighter than it had been in years.
I was stretched out on the main sofa, my head resting comfortably on Diego’s lap while he leaned back against the cushions. His fingers idly traced patterns against my temple and through my hair. I shut my eyes at intervals, enjoying the warmth of his touch.
"So," Selena took a slow sip, a mischievous spark dancing in her eyes. "We seem to be eating good now. The mighty Silver Crest borders have officially shrunk to half their size, Silas is eating dust in exile and Alexander is currently nursing his broken pride in an empty palace."
"A fitting retirement for them both," Diego scoffed. He glanced down at me and gently smoothed the ar
