The soft hum of the kettle echoed through the quiet kitchen as the first rays of sunlight spilled through the window. Claggor moved deftly, his hands surprisingly gentle as he prepared breakfast.

He paused for a moment, glancing over his shoulder toward the door, a fond smile playing on his lips. This had become his favorite part of the day- the calm before the world stirred to life. He set the table with care, adding a small vase of flowers he’d picked up the day before.

As he placed the last plate down, he heard the soft creak of the floorboards. "Morning," he said warmly, turning to see you rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "Hope you’re hungry. I made your favorite."