The next day, Zenna awoke feeling utterly drained, her body heavy with the remnants of a night that had blurred into dawn.
The last thing she remembered was their bodies tangled together in a wave of passion.
Now, a soft, silken robe clung to her skin, its scent faintly carrying traces of him.
She blinked against the light filtering into the room and turned her gaze toward the clock. Her eyes widened in disbelief, seeing it was already afternoon. "How long did I sleep?" she murmured as she slowly pushed herself into a sitting position.
As she sat there, her lips curved into a soft smile, memories from the night before flooding her mind. Their intimacy hadn't just been physical; it had been soulful, deep, and undeniably real.
Finally, Zenna felt their hearts and souls had bonded together.
"But where is Radulf?" Zenna murmured and decided to go out of the bedroom.
Just then, the doors pushed open and Radulf walked in with the intention to check on her.
