The morning sun was too bright. It spilled across the bed sheets like spilled milk, waking Thea up before she was ready. She stayed still for a moment, listening to the quiet. Beside her, the bed was empty, but the pillow still smelled like Elias, wood smoke and expensive soap. She sat up, stretching her sore muscles. For a few minutes, she let herself remember the night before. The candles, the roses, and the way Elias had looked at her. It felt like a dream, but the silk robe on the floor proved it was real. A soft knock came at the door. "Thea? Are you awake?" It was Elias. He walked in carrying a tray with two cups of coffee and a small plate of toast. He looked refreshed, his hair still damp from a shower. "I thought you might need this," he said, setting the tray on the nightstand. "You’re being very helpful today," Thea said, pulling the blankets up to her chest. She took a cup of coffee and took a sip. "Is this part of the attending to my every whim promise?"Elias sat
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