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Only when the heavy doors had fully closed did I slowly lower my hands from Millie's ears, though I kept her face pressed safely against my chest, refusing to let her see the platform. The courtyard fell into a profound, clean silence. The mist began to lift from the pine trees, allowing the first true rays of the morning sun to touch Millie's hair. I pulled her closer, letting the deep, steady rhythm of our double bond wash over us. The rot had been dug out by the roots, the judgment was finalized, and the territory was finally ours to rebuild.

EDAL The morning came with a pale grey light that broke over the frozen peaks. Down in the lower yard, thirty new milk cows stood inside the warm wooden stables. The air smelled of sweet hay, warm manure, and fresh pine sawdust. Small children from the lower town stood near the stable doors with empty wooden buckets, waiting happily for the first milk of the season.

I slowly rose from within the crowd, removing the disguise from my face as my clear voice echoed into every person's ears. "Lucas, this is my house. How could a mistress possibly open it?" At the same instant, both Lucas and Lucy turned deathly pale.

We have three milking cows here: Bessie, Sharon, and Lola. “Good morning, ladies, “I coo at them. They moo at me, and I giggle, glancing back at the house. I grab the stool and start with Bessie first. I can tell she’s relieved as I empty her udders. Being in the barn is peaceful.

His morning is a reckoning to find no one else but Essi, even if it has to be an aimless conversation of sweet nothings. He went out that morning with the eighth-minute warmth of the sun. He had boiled cassava for breakfast and a cup of coffee to strengthen his vacant day. The first stop after his temporary facility is the grand barn. While he didn’t ask anything, Milo inserted that Essi just came a while ago to get her horse. She is heading to the plain fields.

Millie rubbed her eyes which were still heavy with sleep. Then, she saw the golden sun. The sun had always been too dazzling to look at directly, but now, it looked like a glowing egg yolk hanging on the horizon. The morning air in the mountains carried the scent of dew and fresh grass. It filled her with a sense of peace and tranquility. "It's beautiful," she whispered appreciatively. "Millie, can I have a goodbye kiss?" Piercy's voice was low and somber. Millie turned to meet his gaze, which carried a pronounced trace of sorrow. He looked like he was about to shatter, and he was hoping she could piece him back together.

Moana’s POV The morning sun hit the high courtyard in sheets of brilliant gold, melting the last stubborn drifts of mountain snow into the dark flagstones. Four weeks had passed since our son’s birth, but Blackthorn Keep hadn't quieted down, if anything, the fortress was more alive than it had ever been in its history. From the open windows of the lower council hall, the rich scents of roasting barley, sweet pine resin, and fresh leather drifted up to the terrace where Eldrick and I stood.

She held her breath and proceeded to turn on the recorder on her phone. Freya shed off her disguise of a dignified lady and proceeded to tell Liam off severely, "So what? As long as Lucas recognizes you as his son, you are his son! Do you want to go back to the days when we had to freeze outside and didn’t even know where our next meal was coming from? I’m done with living like that!" Suddenly, a passing nurse noticed Cassiopeia and enquired, "Can I help you with anything?" The occupants inside the ward were alerted by this and broke off from their conversation. Cassiopeia frantically shook her head and put away her phone to leave.

I giggled and sank into the tidal wave of his love. The night stretched long, and so would our happiness. Not long after, I became pregnant. When Caleb and I visited our new villa, we saw Thomas and Juliet tending flowers in the park. Their old clothes were streaked with dirt. Adrian was nearby, drunk in broad daylight, with a crying baby beside him. Under the scorching sun, their former pride had long since vanished. Seeing me, they hastily pulled on their masks and hurried away with Adrian. Their aging figures were the very picture of desolation.

Phyllis later ate but not without stealing a glare at Fiona who sometimes glared back or just ignored. Breakfast was one long ride as it has always been, which was why I was elated when Flynn offered to show me round the Tower. I breathed in the fresh air offered by a wet morning, dewdrops dripping constantly from the sky, glistening on the green foliage. The morning chorus began with its twittering and chirps, black birds and thrushes sitting atop tree branches and whining away their beloved songs. I could vividly hear the hissing of sprinklers, laced with the whispers of soft wind before a rooster crowed.