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After Henry arrived home, he let out a deep sigh, rubbing the back of his neck as he stepped inside. The house felt eerily quiet without Livia. It had only been a few hours since he had dropped her off at the Royal Castle, but it felt much longer. He wandered into the kitchen, rolling up his sleeves before deciding to cook something for dinner.
The rhythmic chopping of vegetables and the sizzle of meat in the pan provided a small distraction from his wandering thoughts. He seasoned the food carefully, making sure everything was cooked to perfection. After setting the table for two, out of habit more than anything, he let out a small chuckle. She wasn’t there. Not yet. And there was no telling what mood she’d be in when she got back.
With dinner prepared, Henry moved around the house,
