Morning arrived without ceremony.
Soft light filtered through the wooden-framed windows of Orthran's modest home, spreading gently across pale stone walls and simple furnishings. The Holy Capital stirred beyond the residential quarter, but here the world felt smaller, quieter.
Orthran was already awake.
He moved through the kitchen space with calm familiarity, sleeves slightly rolled, preparing breakfast with steady hands. Fresh bread warmed over low heat, its crust turning lightly crisp. Tea steeped in a simple ceramic pot, the scent subtle and clean. Nothing elaborate. Nothing excessive. Just food meant to begin a day properly.
Noel joined him without armor, without formality. Casual clothes. Relaxed posture. For once, no weight of command hanging from his shoulders.
They ate at a small wooden table near the window.
Noir rested on the floor nearby, tail moving lazily as she focused on her portion of meat, entirely content with the simplicity of the moment.
