Isabel stirred from her sleep as the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains and touched her skin. She found herself wrapped in the warmth of the king's embrace. With a soft sigh, she shifted slightly as the memories of the night before flooded back with a rush of warmth and desire.
She carefully pulled the blanket upward and covered her unclothed body as she prepared to leave the king's bed. Her movements were slow and deliberate. Her every breath was quiet and gentle to avoid disturbing his rest. But just as she reached the edge of the bed, she felt a stir beside her.
"Isabel?" Lucian's voice cut through the silence of the room. "Where are you going?"
Isabel's heart skipped a beat, but she quickly composed herself, "I need to attend to some tasks," she replied softly as her
