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(Isabella’s POV) I woke up slowly, the sun was a warm, heavy gold streaming through the massive windows of the penthouse, and the sheets felt like pure, liquid silk against my skin. My body was a delicious, heavy ache, a beautiful, lingering reminder of the night before, of the way my husband, my husband, had worshipped me, and I felt a blush climb my neck just thinking about it, but I was sated, I was safe, and for the first time in my entire, terrified life, I was completely, and utterly, at peace. I turned my head on the pillow, and the first thing I saw, the very first thing, was Alessandro, already awake, propped up on one elbow, just watching me. His dark hair was a mess, falling over his forehead, and his golden eyes, usually so sharp and dangerous, so full of the king, were now soft, warm, and full of a love so intense it still made my heart stop. “Good morning, my wife,” he whispered, his voice a low, rough rumble from sleep. “Good morning, my husband,” I whispered

I woke to the feeling of being watched, that same soft, warm, and heavy sensation, and I knew, even before I opened my eyes, that he was looking at me. The Parisian morning was a soft, gray light, filtering through the silk curtains, and the world felt quiet, still, perfect. I turned my head, my hair a messy, dark tangle on the expensive, white pillows, and I found his golden eyes, already awake, already focused, his gaze so intense it felt like a physical touch. He smiled, a slow, sleepy, and utterly beautiful smile that was just for me. “Good morning, my wife,” he whispered, his voice a low, rough rumble from sleep. “Good morning, my husband,” I whispered back, my voice shy, and he leaned in, his kiss slow, and deep, and lazy, a kiss that tasted of sleep, and of us. “I could get used to this,” I murmured against his lips. “I plan on making sure you do,” he growled, but he didn't move away, he just held me, his gaze serious, loving. I traced the dark, intricate tattoos