The estate was illuminated by the gentle golden light of the morning sun, shining through the bedroom's lace curtains. Luka was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, going over the happenings of the day before. It was ideal - a rarity in his busy world filled with demands and stress. Remembering Isabella's laughter and Thersia's happy expression brought a feeling of peace to his usually busy mind. He realized the importance of treasuring these moments and making more time for them in his busy schedule. However, the duties of his extensive empire always lingered in his thoughts.
Thersia woke up next to him and reached out for him without thinking. "Good morning," she whispered, her voice still carrying traces of sleep. "Morning," Luka responded, facing her as he gently moved a strand o
