The golden rays of morning sunlight streamed through the grand windows of Damien’s chambers, casting a warm glow across the elegantly furnished room. Elenor stirred first, blinking sleepily as she turned to find Damien already awake, propped up on one elbow, watching her with an amused smile.
“Good morning, my queen,” he said, his deep voice laced with warmth.
Elenor groaned softly, pulling the covers over her head. “It’s too early for formalities, Damien.”
He chuckled, tugging the blanket down just enough to reveal her flushed cheeks. “Then good morning, my stubborn mate.”
Elenor couldn’t help but smile, her sleepiness fading as she looked into his teasing eyes. “Good morning,” she finally replied, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead.
The soft knock on the do
