Athena slowly blinked, her senses gradually awakening from what felt like an endless slumber.
The first thing she noticed was the scent, rose petals, faintly sweet, mingling with the crisp morning air.
Then came the sensation of silk against her skin, the weight of a warm blanket covering her bare body.
As her eyes fully opened, she took in the grand room surrounding them.
Gold-trimmed walls, velvet curtains draped over tall windows, and a chandelier casting a soft glow over everything.
Her fingers brushed against the sheets, rich and luxurious, and her gaze drifted to the floor, where petals were scattered as if in celebration.
Beside her, Mors stirred. His dark lashes fluttered open, golden eyes sharpening as he took in their surroundings.
Golden eyes instead of blue? A deep crease formed between his brows as he turned to her, his expression unreadable.
