Chapter 39 – Back Home
A soft white cover rested over Leon's body—placed there sometime during the night. Seraphine didn't like the way the cold touched his bare skin. He wasn't wearing much, after all. Just a cloak and what was left of torn underlayers. So without a word, she had taken one of the thicker traveling linens and gently draped it over him. A quiet act. Thoughtful. Protective.
She glanced at him again. Still sleeping. Even now, in this calm morning light, she could hardly believe it. He had slept the entire journey back to the estate. Even when she herself had dozed off for a short while—tired from days of worry, tension, and the silent relief of his return—he hadn't stirred. And now, the golden hue of morning had begun to pour through the carriage curtains, casting long shadows across the polished wood interior.
They had arrived.
