บท 370: The Widow's Adjustment (1) Waking Up

Clarisse blinked as she slowly opened her eyes, the soft rustle of curtains drawing her attention. The first thing she noticed was the brightness—golden sunlight pouring in through the large windows, illuminating the lavish bedroom. She rubbed her eyes, still groggy from sleep, her mind struggling to process her surroundings. This wasn't the inn. The bed beneath her was too soft, the sheets too fine, the room too grand.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she turned her head quickly to check. There, nestled beside her, was her baby, sleeping soundly. A sigh of relief escaped her lips. He was alright, unharmed, his tiny chest rising and falling with every breath. Clarisse smiled faintly, reaching over to brush her fingers gently across his cheek. He looked so peaceful. She couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth at the sight of him.