The firelight dances across my chambers, sending flickering shadows around the room. It’s a quiet night—the kind I never allowed myself to enjoy before Amara. Now I cherish the silence, simply because she’s here with me. I sit in an armchair by the fire, watching the warm glow light up her face as she curls on the sofa. Her legs are folded beneath her and a blanket is draped over her shoulders. She looks so peaceful that I can hardly tear my eyes away.
For years, these chambers were nothing but a cold, empty place of solitude. I was accustomed to loneliness under the weight of my crown. But with Amara here now, the room feels warm and alive. The crackling fire and the soft rhythm of her breathing are the only sounds, and together they form a comforting symphony. Part of me is still traine
