Lunara was ready when she came downstairs this morning, her bag in one hand, her steps quiet.
The dining table was already set but only for one. A single plate of warm toast, scrambled eggs, and a neatly sliced apple sat waiting. No second chair pulled out, no coffee mug across from hers.
Eryx was nowhere in sight.
She sat slowly, her appetite dulled by the weight in her chest. She ate in silence, her movements mechanical, eyes occasionally drifting to the empty doorway. But he didn't appear.
Not even once.
The quiet pressed in until footsteps echoed from the entrance.
When she thought he finally appeared, it was eventually, Callum.
He stepped inside, pausing as he saw her. "Good morning, madam." He smiled, "You finished your breakfast?"
Lunara nodded, pulling out a tissue and dabbing carefully around her lips, "What are you doing here so early?"
"Oh," Callum rubbed the back of his head, "Sir asked me to send you to the place you want to go—"
