The Arrival of Lady Sasha Suncrest
Silence cracked when Anna spoke. Beautiful, she whispered, eyes moving slow across the setup - linen smooth under fingers, metal catching glimmers, shadows resting just so at each rim. Like a scene stepped out of canvas, she thought, almost too real to touch.
Out came a long breath, steady, through Ben's nostrils. Almost smiling, his lips curled at the edges - just shy of joy, yet loud enough to show he was pleased inside. He watched the view again, even though familiar, like it had changed overnight. Peace, it seemed, had stepped into the palace after waiting years
Slowly, Anna faced him, no rush in her motion. A softness rang clear in how she spoke, yet under that sat weight, shaped by years of struggle. Not chasing it off - that became her thought, spoken quiet as her hand grazed his arm - holding on, even when just one sunrise passed
"I will try," he said quietly, voice soft but true, holding weight far beyond loud claims.
