Chapter 57
The soft, golden light of dawn crept through the window, painting the room in hues of amber and rose. Col stirred, his eyes fluttering open, his body still warm and languid from the night's shared passion. He turned his head, his gaze landing on Shae, still sleeping peacefully beside him, her dark hair spread across the pillow like a silken shadow. A wave of tenderness washed over him, a sense of quiet contentment that filled his heart. He gently brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, his touch light and lingering. He watched her for a moment, his eyes tracing the delicate lines of her features, committing every detail to memory. The sounds of the village, the distant chatter of voices, the clatter of horse hooves, drifted through the open window, a gentle reminder of the world
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