The morning after the wedding felt different. Usually, I woke up with a sense of dread, wondering what mood the Ice King would be in. But today, the space beside me in the massive bed was still warm, even though Damian was already up.
I sat up, the silk sheets sliding down my skin. I looked at the diamond on my finger, sparkling in the morning sun. It was no longer a symbol of a debt. It felt like a promise.
The door to the balcony opened, and Damian walked in. He wasn't in a suit. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt and grey lounge pants, looking relaxed in a way that would have shocked the business world. He held two cups of coffee, the steam rising in the cool air of the penthouse.
"Good morning, Mrs. Black," he said, his voice a low, morning rasp that made my stomach flip.
"I cou
