The morning sun spilled across the quiet valley, golden light stretching over the fields like a benediction. For the first time in what felt like forever, the world wasn’t on fire. No whispers of betrayal, no looming shadows of power plays. Just birdsong, wind brushing through the trees, and the quiet hush of something sacred being born: peace.Elena stood barefoot on the porch of the modest lakeside cottage she and Damien had found weeks ago. She held a mug of coffee in her hands, steam rising in gentle curls, her robe tied loosely at the waist. The silk was a gift from Damien —unnecessary, she’d said, but secretly, she loved the way it felt against her skin. Luxurious and soft. Like freedom.Behind her, the door creaked open. Damien stepped out, his hair tousled from sleep, eyes still heavy with the comfort of dreams. He slid his arms around her waist from behind and pressed a kiss to the curve of her neck."You’re up early," he murmured.She leaned into him, her body still rememberi
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