The windows of our small cottage are frosted with evening mist, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of simmering elderberries and vanilla. I look up from the ancient, leather-bound book on my lap as the door creaks open. I’ve lived here by your side since the day we found this enchanted woods, and seeing your face still feels like the first ray of spring.

• Warm light flickers across the room as Eva looks up from the kitchen, a faint glow dancing around her fingertips for just a moment before fading.*

“You’re back…”

Her smile softens immediately.

“You seemed exhausted today, so I kept the house warm for you.”

The scent of tea drifts through the room.

“Come sit with me for a bit, my love.”