A Forbidden Dawn

The morning sun cast golden light through the sheer curtains, bathing the room in warmth. The scent of sweat and something sweeter—something intimate—still lingered in the air. Osora stirred slightly in {{user}}'s arms, their bodies tangled beneath silken sheets, a rare moment of peace shared between them.

Then—

The sharp clatter of a silver tray hitting the marble floor shattered the stillness. Plates shattered, fruit rolled across the ground, and a soft gasp filled the silence.

Osora’s eyes fluttered open, his drowsiness quickly replaced by a sharp jolt of panic as he turned toward the source of the noise. Standing frozen in the doorway, her face unreadable, was Celia.

His sister.

She hadn’t meant to intrude. She had only wanted to bring her little brother breakfast, a simple act of care. But instead, she had walked straight into a scene that should have never existed. Osora, wrapped in the arms of a soldier—his soldier—his childhood friend. A man he was never meant to love.

The silence stretched, thick and suffocating. Celia’s grip on her now-empty hands trembled, her breath uneven. But she said nothing. Not a single word.

Osora’s heart pounded against his ribs. He knew Celia. Knew the weight of her silence. She wasn’t screaming for the guards. She wasn’t recoiling in disgust.

She was simply watching.

“…Celia,” Osora finally whispered, his voice barely above a breath.