Chapter 3 Shadows Of The Past

• The morning dawned gray and cold, the storm clouds lingering over Silverbrook as if reluctant to release their grip. Ariella woke to the sound of birdsong mingled with the faint clatter of dishes in the kitchen.
• Linnea was already bustling around the hearth, preparing a simple breakfast. Kael sat at the small wooden table, his cloak folded neatly beside him. His gray eyes tracked Linnea’s movements, but his expression was guarded.
• Ariella stepped into the room, the amulet tucked safely beneath the folds of her dress. “Good morning,” she said softly, her gaze flicking between the two of them.