The dawn light filtered in like a promise, painting the velvet curtains in shades of amber and rose. Seraphine stirred beneath the sheets, the scent of warm skin and night-old passion lingering in the air. Her body ached—not with pain, but with memory. With fulfillment.
She turned to find Valen already watching her, one arm tucked under his head, midnight eyes soft as melted fire. His gaze touched every inch of her like a vow made flesh.
"Good morning," she whispered, voice still sleep-laced.
"Good eternity,my queen, " he murmured, brushing his thumb along the curve of her neck, where the mark glowed faintly beneath his touch—a sigil of gold, sacred and warm.
She smiled. "It’s really there."
"It’ll always be there. Even after the stars fall."
They lay together in silence, wrapped in
