One year later...The sun filtered softly through the sheer curtains, casting golden stripes across the pale ivory sheets. The warmth of morning light touched my bare shoulder, and for once, I didn’t turn away. For years, I’d dreaded mornings — the clarity they brought, the reality they never failed to sharpen. But not anymore.Now, they meant something different.Now, they meant peace.Valerio stirred beside me, his arm draped lazily around my waist, fingers splayed possessively as if even in sleep, he was afraid I’d vanish.I turned slowly, facing him, watching the way his lashes fanned across his cheek, how peaceful he looked now that the war was over — not just the one with enemies, but the war within himself.His face, once hardened by secrets and vengeance, had softened in the past months. He still carried that dangerous edge — the one that made men hesitate and women pause — but now there was warmth behind the fire. He was still the King. Still ruthless when he had to be. But h
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