Morning at the Royal Suite The soft, pastel light of dawn filtered through heavy curtains, painting the suite in muted peach and gray. The bed was cold, the warmth of the night gone. Izora lay there, eyes open but distant, staring at the ceiling marred with carved plasterwork. Silence pressed like
“Shut up,” Claude cut in coldly, not even sparing him a glance. “You failed. Don’t make excuses.” Kaiser’s eyes shifted to Enoch, who stood still as stone. “And you? You were meant to *assist.* But you came back empty too.” Enoch exhaled through his nose. “I came back with more information than th
Morning crept into the royal suite on hushed feet. Pale golden light slipped through the silk curtains, kissing the edges of the sheets tangled at the foot of the massive bed. Rain had stopped sometime before dawn, but the soft dripping of water from the eaves was still audible beyond the tall windo
Kaiser’s lips hovered just above Izora’s skin, brushing her jawline as he pressed into her again, deeper, slower. His breaths were ragged against her throat, and his fingers tangled with hers above her head, pinning her gently to the mattress. The soft rustle of sheets, the rhythmic creak of the be
The rain outside deepened, its rhythm steady against the tall windows of the royal suite. Distant thunder rolled low, like a warning whispered to the earth but inside, it was warm, breathless, and trembling. Kaiser’s hand slid down her side, fingers tracing the soft dip of her waist, the curve of h
His broad shoulders. That ever-stoic expression. That infuriating, intoxicating presence. He was standing by the window like he ruled the world and didn’t even need to try. And somehow… he was hers. A blush crept to her cheeks before she could stop it. She smiled to herself, a soft flutter bloomi