Fenrir’s POV
To the rest of the world, my Queen was a fortress of unbreakable iron. But as she slept beneath the heavy furs of my bed, her red hair spilling across the pillows and the bioluminescent glow of the hot spring completely fading from her skin, she was simply mine.
Resting my chin on my hand, I let the cool night air of the cavern drift over my bare shoulders as I watched the steady, rhythmic rise and fall of her chest. My thumb gently traced the jagged, pulsing crimson mark I had permanently carved into the delicate column of her neck.
She had fallen asleep the moment I carried her from the water, her absolute physical exhaustion finally overpowering her relentless Vanguard discipline.
Her mind was quiet now. The heavy, impenetrable iron walls she had so frantically construc
