It has been a week since the wedding.
Not that anything feels settled enough to deserve that word, but time has passed, and the chaos has quieted into something more manageable. The estate has gone back to being what it always was… controlled, silent, and almost too clean.
And in that silence, I finally have time.
Afternoons, specifically. They have become mine in a way I did not expect.
At first, I did not plan anything. I just wandered into the study one day because there was nothing else to do, picked up a pencil because it was there, and started drawing because sitting still felt worse.
Now, it is a routine.
Lunch ends, Bael disappears into his home office or leaves for the company, and I end up back at the desk with paper spread out and a pencil already in my hand before I even think about it.
The first few sketches were messy, uncertain, my hand hesitating over proportions I should not know but somehow did.
Now they are not.
