Short Confrontation

Azalia could feel strong arms wrapped around her waist when she woke up the next morning. She let out a soft hum, the Lavan princess enjoying the warmth enveloping her body a little longer before opening her eyes.

"Morning, little princess." Melech murmured in his low, sexy voice.

It made Azalia blush, a rosy shade spreading over her cheeks as she registered the current position she was in, that is in Melech's arms. The Adom King looked unfairly handsome in the morning. The light coming from the windows made his muscles stand out, his sharp jawline and his captivating crimson eyes causing Azalia's heart to flutter inside her chest.

"Morning." She felt a warm feeling spread into her whole being as she realized that, for the first time since the beginning, Melech had waited for her to wake up. "You didn't leave." She whispered when Melech began to caress her cheek with his thumb.

"I'm not gonna leave you alone in the mornings anymore." He wasn't going to make the same mistake again,