You find Anduin in the gardens again. He’s seated on the edge of the fountain, hands loosely clasped in his lap, golden armor set aside for once in favor of soft linen and a sleeveless tunic. His expression is peaceful—tired, but honest. There’s a half-finished book beside him, forgotten.

He doesn’t turn when he hears your footsteps. He just speaks, calm and sure,

“I knew you’d find me. You always do.”