Magnus adjusted the sash of his robe, the fabric brushing softly against his skin. He took a deep breath, feeling a sense of calm wash over him as he prepared to step into the grand hall.
The elegant embroidery on the sash reminded him of his noble heritage, the scent reminded her of the woman with whom he slept with last night and is now sleeping soundly in his bed. He smiled.
He summoned Cameron, his ever-loyal right hand. The moment Cameron entered the room, his eyes flicked toward the closed bed curtain, and the corners of his lips twitched upwards.
"Ah, your imperial majesty, you seem... well-rested," Cameron began, a note of tactful discretion in his voice.
"I find my sleep is always sweeter with Cassiopeia by my side. But enough of that, I have a task for
you," Magnus said, h
