Chapter 72 Gideon's Pov

• The sun filtered through the grand windows of the dining hall, casting golden streaks across the polished wood. I wasn’t a man who indulged in leisurely breakfasts; there was always something demanding my attention. Yet today, I lingered, my cup of tea untouched as I glanced toward the doorway.
• She arrived quietly, her presence soft yet magnetic. Esmeralda.
• She wore a simple gown, pale blue, the kind a healer might suggest for comfort over elegance. Yet the way it draped over her rounded belly and swayed with her movements was… distracting. Her hair, loosely tied, caught the sunlight, creating a halo effect that made her look ethereal.