Morwenna perked up right as it was about to strike midnight.

She quickly turned to Stuart and beamed, "Happy Birthday, Stuart!"

"I might not be the first to wish you today, but I'm definitely the last," she added with a playful wink.

"You just had spaghetti, Stuart. Let's call it another birthday gift for you. Wish you a good life!"

Her voice was soft and melodious, the extended tones filled with delight, captivating and joyful.

Stuart gazed at Morwenna, his face calm and gentle. But inside, a turmoil raged. A lonely soul was grasping at any fleeting moment of intrigue, ready to dive into hell if it meant holding on to something. Morwenna's smile was genuine and carefree, her eyes twinkling merrily.

That night, Stuart stayed in Hetfield's Homestead, canceling his supposed business trip.

The two lay in the same bed with a respectful distance between them.

Morwenna stole a glance at Stuart, realizing that the business trip was just an excuse, a way for him to distance himself from her.

out and

murmured, something he'd wanted to do for a long

let him pinch until her cheeks turned pink, her stern expression breaking

loved to laugh. Her friend Melvin once said, "Life is full of hardships.

to get physical, don't

I'm not one for fighting. Well, not often... only when provoked," she replied,

not fighting, you are really gentle,

smile persisted but was tinged with a hint

Morwenna would lead a peaceful

pondering if he could

unconsciously moved closer to him, like a moth drawn to a gentle warmth, unaware of the potential danger that it might

The night passed.

morning, Stuart seemed

just including his favorite

other elders in Hetfield's

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