Grumpy Ciara
The calm after breakfast didn't last long—because, of course, it wouldn't. Nothing in my life stayed calm for very long, especially when my family and extended circle were involved.
As soon as Kieran's chaotic appearance ended, the castle seemed to be bubbling with noise, like the universe itself had decided I wasn't allowed peace.
I stretched, standing up from the bed, and offered Aeliana my hand. "We should go check on the latest catastrophe," I said, resigned to my fate.
"Do we have to?" she asked, her tone half-playful, half-genuine. "It's your castle, not mine."
"Not yet," I teased, grinning.
She rolled her eyes but took my hand, and we made our way downstairs toward the source of the ruckus.
The closer we got, the louder it became—voices raised in alarm, laughter (because naturally, someone always found the chaos amusing), and the occasional crash that made me wince.