We retreated to the Gilded Spire in total silence. The Southern guards watched us pass with a mixture of terror and awe, their eyes lingering on the silver-threaded veil that had just dismantled their Luna’s pride.
Once the heavy oak doors of our chambers clicked shut, the theater ended. I immediately stepped away from Kaelion’s touch, my back stiffening.
"The chaise is mine, as we discussed," I said, my voice echoing in the cavernous room.
Kaelion looked at the massive, gold-carved bed, then at me. To my surprise, he didn't argue. He didn't roar about his rights as an Alpha or the coldness of his wife. Instead, he began to unbuckle his heavy black breastplate, his movements weary.
"Take the bed, Seraphina," he said, his voice a low, gravelly rasp.
"I’ll sleep on the chaise. You need
