The next morning, I awoke feeling surprisingly refreshed, though the strange heaviness of the night before lingered faintly in my mind. My body still felt weak, but the memory of Daemon’s touch and his quiet assurance remained, a reminder of the strange new vulnerability he had shown me.
I wasn’t sure what to make of it; the dominant, distant Alpha king I had come to know was showing cracks in his armor, and it left me more unsettled than I wanted to admit.
As I moved to sit up, the door to the room opened, and Daemon entered, his eyes locking onto me the moment he saw I was awake. He didn’t say anything at first, simply observing me with a scrutinizing gaze, as if evaluating my condition.
“Good morning,” I managed, my voice a bit raspier than I intended. He gave a slight nod, crossing
