Voren glanced over his shoulder into the softly lit room. The gentle glow of the bedside lamp illuminated Seraphine's peaceful sleeping face. She hadn't moved at all since she lay down, her breathing slow and even.
After everything that had happened that day, she looked completely exhausted, like her body and heart had finally given out.
He quietly looked back at Vladimir and gave a small nod. "Alright."
Carefully closing the door behind him so he wouldn't wake her, he followed his father down the hallway. Neither of them spoke a word. The silence between them wasn't comfortable, but neither man seemed ready to break it just yet.
By the time they reached the upper deck, the entire scene had completely transformed. Only a short while earlier, the yacht had been alive with laughter, music, beautiful flowers, and all the joyful wedding decorations.
