When she woke up in a soft and warm bed, wrapped up in warm sheets, her first instinct was to sink deeper. Then the events of last night crashed into her like thunderstorm and she literally bolted off the bed, almost face planting when she got her feet tangled up in the process.
She was with Ian last night, wasn’t she? And had she fallen asleep on him during their conversation. She groaned. He was not going to let it go, was he? Wait. She had bigger problems than his never-ending teasing right now.
How the hell did she end up on bed? Her wedding bed of all places?
“Did the Emperor- “, she thought and then frantically waved it off, “there was no way Ian would get caught.”
There was no hint of blood or smoke in the air to signal a dragon fight or anything remotely aggressive. The only p
