The Traitor's Debt

Dante

Morning came late for me.

I'd barely slept, and sunlight still managed to seep in through the curtains, spreading pale gold across Vittoria's room marble flooring. She slept beside me, hair spilling across her face, peaceful breathing. I just sat and stared at her for a few minutes.

Peace suited her, even if it was temporary these days.

By the time I snuck out, the house was already stirring