Alaric’s POV
“What are you doing today?” I asked as I got out of bed, settling beside Elaria.
“I don’t think I have anything to do,” she answered sleepily. I would have assumed she was a morning person, judging by how early she’d woken the other day when I left for my duties. But now, I get to see who she truly is. . . without all the tension clouding us.
“I have visited the tenants and picked up the herbs from Ruth. Oh, maybe I’ll wash out the dye in my hair,” she continued, her voice muffled beneath the covers still pulled over her head.
“I will help you wash it,” I say, and can’t help the satisfied smile that pulls at my lips when she instantly yanks the covers off her face.
“What are you talking about?” Her voice is a blend of disbelief and embarrassment, her eyes wide, her lips s
