Third-person POV
The morning was quiet. Emilia yawned and stretched on the bed. Her body ached a little, but aside from that, she felt good. Sunrays peeked through the curtains, and slowly, she stood up, walked over to the window, and drew them to the side. The flash made her close her eyes for a second before slowly opening them again.
A small smile spread on her lips, and Emilia drew in a long breath. She walked over to the balcony door and pushed the glass doors to the side. As she stepped out, her feet met the cold tiles, and shivers ran down her spine.
For years, she had longed for this level of freedom, peace, and comfort. Deep down, she had married Dante because a part of her longed for it. She would plan getaways and fantastic picnics, just so she could be with him alone and be
