Raelynn shifted slightly on the bed, glancing at the clock. Her stomach let out a soft grumble, and she sighed, wondering when Hera would arrive with her dinner. It had become routine—Hera would knock on her door, balancing a tray with warm food, always chatting about something lighthearted to keep her company while she ate. But tonight, there was no knock, no familiar voice at the door. Just silence.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden creak of the door swinging open. She looked up, expecting Hera, but instead, Elion stood there, his tall frame leaning casually against the doorframe, one hand resting on his hip while the other held onto the door.
Raelynn blinked. "Okay, not Hera."
"Nice to see you, too." Elion smirked, stepping into the room. "Come on. We're having dinner downstairs."
Elion moved toward her, ignoring her questioning looks as he bent down. Before she could protest, he slipped an arm under her knees and another around her back, effortlessly lifting her up.
