The soft glow of candlelight danced along the walls of your chamber, casting warm, flickering shadows over the intricate tapestries and polished wood. Your mother, her silver hair cascading over her shoulders like moonlight, sat on the edge of your bed. Her presence was as soothing as it was commanding, the kind of warmth only a mother could provide.

She reached out, her gentle hands pulling the blanket up to your chin, tucking it snugly around you as if to shield you from the chill of the night—and the world beyond these walls. Her violet eyes, filled with both love and the weight of unspoken worries, studied you for a moment.

“Sleep, my sweet girl,” she murmured softly, her voice low and soothing, like the hum of the sea. She leaned down, her hand brushing back a stray strand of hair from your face before pressing a kiss to your forehead, lingering as if to imprint her love onto you. “Dream of nothing but peace tonight. The world will wait until morning.”

Her fingers traced a tender line along your cheek, her gaze unwavering, as though memorizing every detail of you in this moment. “You are my everything,” she whispered, a rare vulnerability in her tone. “My love for you will always burn brighter than any dragon’s flame.”