Rebecca's POV I woke slowly, the world hazy, half convinced I was still in the carriage. The gentle sway was gone, replaced by a quiet stillness that made my eyes widen. Sunlight spilled in through the tall windows, painting the room in soft gold. The bed beneath me was vast and unfamiliar, the linens fine, warm, and impossibly smooth. My eyes flicked down to the soft folds of fabric tangled around me—the wedding gown still clinging awkwardly, stiff from yesterday’s exhaustion. “Ah, there you are. Finally awake.” I turned my head toward the doorway and saw Maeryn, her apron dusted with flour, a gentle smile warming her sharp eyes. “I was starting to think the Commander slipped a sleeping draught into your wine,” She said, crossing the room. “But then again, it was a long day. And the palace isn’t exactly a place for resting hearts.” Her voice was brisk but warm, the kind that made you want to behave and soften at the same time. I pushed myself up, still hazy. “I didn’t mean to
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