A few moments later, Felix stepped out of his room, his bare feet pressing lightly against the cool floor as he made his way toward the dining hall.
The air was laced and thick with the rich aroma of morning dishes, mingling with the faint scent of burning candles and polished wood but his focus wasn't on the food, it was on the figures already seated around the grand table.
Most of the household was already in place, their gazes shifting subtly as he entered. At the head of the long, elegant dining table sat Rose, poised and regal, her deep crimson eyes calmly observing the approaching Felix.
Felix's movements slowed instinctively, hesitation weighing down his steps. Then, before his thoughts could spiral further, a familiar silver-haired figure suddenly stood from her seat and dashed toward him with mischievous grin played on her lips
