Chapter 256

The morning came softly, as if the world was trying not to wake us too soon.

Light moved slowly through the curtains, pale and golden, brushing over the edge of the sheets and Dante’s bare shoulder. The rhythm of his breathing was deep but uneven, a mix of peace and vigilance. He had always slept that way — half a king, half a soldier, even in rest.

I didn’t move at first.

I just watched him.

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