Dear Ex, I'm More Than Your Plan B
In the quiet sanctuary of Eira’s room, Dorian helped her settle into bed, fluffed her pillows, and pulled the lavender quilt to her chin.
He sat at the edge of the mattress, book in hand, the cover depicting an enchanted forest where dragons leapt and danced under stars.
“Do you want your hair done first?” he asked, glancing toward the oil and comb Janer had placed by the bed.
Eira shook her head. “Mama can do it in the morning. I want the story first.”
He opened the book and began, his voice dropping into that warm, soothing tone only he used with her.
As the pages turned, Eira nestled closer, eyes half lidded but refusing to sleep too soon.
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