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{Alora’s POV}The discomfort was sharper today.It didn’t announce itself immediately. It settled in slowly, the kind that made itself known only when I tried to use my hand the way I had been managing to before.I noticed it when I reached for my phone.The movement felt familiar—routine, expected—but the moment my fingers tried to close around it, there was a slight hesitation. Not from me.From my hand.A faint tremor followed, subtle enough that it could have been ignored if I hadn’t already been paying attention to it.I adjusted my grip.Tried again.This time slower.The phone lifted, but not steadily. My fingers tightened instinctively, compensating for the weakness, and that only made the tension worse. The pressure built in the wrong places, uneven and uncomfortable.I paused.Then continued anyway.There wasn’t much else to do.The bandages had already been limiting enough these past days, and I had learned to move around them, to work with what I had instead of waiting for
{Alora’s POV} By the time I stepped into the kitchen, the house had settled into a quieter rhythm.It was different from the Tower.There, everything moved with intention, measured and observed, every step watched even when no one admitted to it. Here, the silence was softer. Less performative. It didn’t demand anything from me.I preferred it.The kitchen was empty when I entered, the surfaces already clean, everything arranged the way it always was—orderly, untouched, as though no one had needed to use it yet.I moved toward the counter slowly, my gaze drifting over the things I needed before I decided on something simple.Just a drink.Nothing complicated.That was the intention, at least.I reached for a glass first, steadying it against the counter before picking up the bottle beside it. The bandages made the grip awkward, thicker than it should have been, and I had to adjust my hold twice before I felt any real control over it.I tilted it carefully.The liquid moved slower tha
{Alora’s POV}By the time we arrived at the Meridian Tower, the morning had already settled into its usual rhythm, but something about it felt slightly altered.Not in a way that announced itself, and not in a way that demanded attention, but in the small pauses that revealed themselves if one chose to notice.I noticed.As we stepped inside, the shift began almost immediately.People didn’t stop walking. Conversations didn’t fully break. Everything continued as it should have—but not quite the same. There were glances that lingered longer than necessary, brief hesitations in movement, and the subtle way attention gathered before being redirected.It wasn’t unfamiliar.What was different was the reason behind it.I let my gaze move quietly across the space as we walked, observing without drawing attention to it. A man near the reception desk looked up, then looked again, his eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to confirm something. Two women passing by slowed their conversation just
{Alora’s POV}I had been awake for a while before I stepped out of my room.It wasn’t restlessness that kept me up, but something quieter—an awareness of the day ahead and the routine that had already begun to form between us. It was no longer unfamiliar. Not new. Just… something that existed now, whether either of us acknowledged it or not.By the time I reached his door, I didn’t hesitate.I pushed it open and stepped inside.Morningstar was already awake.He stood near the wardrobe, his shirt halfway buttoned, adjusting the cuff with the same measured precision he applied to everything. His movements were controlled, unhurried, as if nothing in his world ever required urgency.His gaze lifted briefly when I entered.Not questioning. Not surprised.Just aware.That was enough.I didn’t say anything. I didn’t need to.I walked past him and went straight to the wardrobe, pulling it open like I had done before, like this was already part of my place in this space.Behind me, I could fe
{Alora’s POV}Morningstar was still standing before me with the book in hand.A sign language learning book for which he wanted to use to learn just the basics.It was a kind gesture; anyone would see it as that, but coming from Morningstar, it just felt…“We’ll need a system.”That was all he said.I looked at the book, then at him. He moved on and turned a few pages, scanning quickly, then stopping somewhere in the middle.“For the necessary words,” he added. Of course.He had already decided how far this would go.I adjusted slightly where I sat, watching him as he angled the book toward himself. There was no hesitation in the way he approached it. No uncertainty either. He wasn’t fumbling through it like someone trying something unfamiliar.He was learning it like he handled everything else— efficiently, with intention.He tapped a small diagram on the page.“This,” he said, lifting his hand to demonstrate, “means eat.”His movements were clean, deliberate. Not expressive or exag
{Alora’s POV}It was a new day and woke up earlier than usual.The light in the room was softer, quieter, and for a moment I remained in bed, staring at the ceiling as the stillness settled around me. It took me a second to remember what day it was.Saturday.There was no structured movement through the mansion. Just space.I sat up slowly, letting the calm stretch a little longer before I got out of bed. As I got ready, a thought crossed my mind briefly— if Morningstar was going out today, I would have to pick his outfit. The deal was still active. It had only been a few days.But I didn’t know if he was even in.I stepped out of my room and made my way downstairs.The house felt different. It was quiet in a way that meant things hadn’t started yet. The staff moved less frequently, the usual rhythm of preparation not fully in motion.I reached the main hall, then slowed slightly. The air was too quiet and that was when it clicked.I had woken up earlier than the house so there was no







