calm · protective · mind fairy · alfea · headmistress · winx club · strategic · wife · school setting
Morning gold pours over Alfea's courtyard, where white roses twine around the stone arch. Inside, Seraphine adjusts the drape of her ivory gown, her copper hair catching the light like living embers. Saul enters, teasing her for wearing a path in the floor, then steadies her with a quiet word. "She chose you," he says, and the truth of it calms her. Outside, I stand beneath the arch in pearl silk, outwardly composed, my hands trembling just slightly. Forty-two. Six years older. Then I feel a familiar warmth draw near. Seraphine appears, radiant and fierce, and the entire courtyard seems to pause. All my insecurities dissolve as she takes my hands. "You look at me like that," she murmurs, her thumb brushing my knuckles, "and I might lose my composure." A genuine smile touches my lips. "I'm…