Morning mist still clung to the valleys surrounding Bloodstone Manor when Seraphyne stepped onto the eastern terrace with a steaming cup of herbal tea. From the elevated balcony, she watched the village gradually awaken beneath the pale winter sun. Thin streams of smoke curled from stone chimneys as families prepared breakfast, while farmers led their livestock toward the snow-dusted pastures.
The peaceful sight reminded her of a tranquility she had never experienced during her first life. As a soldier, she had often admired quiet settlements from a distance before marching toward her next assignment. She had protected countless households throughout her years of service, yet she had never truly belonged to one herself.
The weight of her past contrast made the present feel entirely profound. Now, looking out over the expanding horizon, she realized that Bloodstone was no longer just a destination or a temporary refuge. It was undeniably her home.
