Chapter 107 Blessings

• *Lazlo*
• The morning mist hangs over the fields as I step outside the cottage. Stonehollow is quiet, the light just brushing the tops of the trees, the roofs damp with dew. I watch the smoke rising from the chimney and let the tranquility settle in me. It’s peaceful here, gentle in a way I don’t often get to experience. No court politics or looming war, just a man and his daughter reunited, and I’ve been lucky enough to witness it.
• Behind me, the door creaks. Xelina steps out, wrapped in a shawl. Her eyes meet mine, and the corner of her mouth lifts. “He’s making ham and eggs,” she murmurs. “He insists you’ll love his eggs.”