The soft morning sun filtered through the window, casting warm hues across the room's stone walls.
Rose stirred gently as her lashes fluttered open. She blinked slowly, taking in her surroundings—until she felt it.
A strong arm draped over her waist.
Her body stiffened, heart beginning to race in her chest. Carefully, she turned her head—only for her breath to catch in her throat.
His Highness.
Zethan.
His face was mere inches from hers, his breathing slow, calm… still asleep—or so she thought.
She swallowed, her fingers reaching to gently lift his arm away—but the more she tried, the more he pulled her in. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she found herself pressed closer, his body warm and firm against hers.
The feeling was just too new to ignore.
She stilled, then glanced toward his face.
His eyes were open.
Startled, Rose flinched and tried to move back, but his hold on her didn't loosen. Her voice came out soft and polite.
