KELILAH’S POV
The warm morning sun crept into my room, its golden rays invading the space with an annoying persistence. I groaned, turning on my side, my face scrunching up as I fought the urge to wake up. The soft silk sheets felt too comfortable against my skin, and I was determined to let sleep reclaim me.
Unfortunately, reality had other plans.
As my mind adjusted to consciousness, I opened my eyes slowly, a bit confused about where I was. But then memories of my marriage to the King of Bazil resurfaced like an unwanted nightmare, causing my mood to go sour instantly.
Great. What a fantastic way to start my day.
I huffed and rolled onto my back, staring at the intricately carved ceiling. Maybe if I stayed still enough, everyone in the palace would forget I even existed. After all,
