I found myself curled on the chaise lounge in the corner of our massive royal chamber, my neck twisted in a way that only came from sleeping wrong on a piece of expensive furniture clearly meant for decoration, not comfort.
The first thing I noticed was the light.
Soft, golden, and annoying.
The second thing I noticed or, rather, felt was a stare. Heavy. Intense. Scorching through my sleep-addled mind.
I cracked one eye open, just to be sure I wasn't imagining it.
I wasn't.
Aiden.
Standing there. Shirtless. Tall. Ridiculously broad-shouldered. And the worst part? He wasn't even trying to be intense. No, he just stood there, like he hadn't been watching me sleep like a total creep.
"Good morning, my dear Luna," he said, voice deep and infuriatingly smooth.
I blinked at him
