In a spacious room with walls painted in soft white, sheer curtains swayed gently with the morning breeze. On the king-sized bed, sunlight filtered through, casting a warm glow upon the crown princess of the land.
Her long brown hair lay spread across the white sheets as she stirred lightly, her thick lashes fluttering before revealing her mesmerising blue eyes to the familiar ceiling she had awakened to for eighteen years of her life.
Yet, waking here once again did not bring the ache she had expected.
Because she felt it.
Strong, warm arms wrapped securely around her, holding her in the embrace she could no longer sleep without.
Turning her head slightly, her blue eyes met molten red ones, the same eyes that greeted her every morning and night, the same ones she loved, now burning brighter than ever.
"Good morning, baby," Ivan's low, husky voice brushed against her ear like a soft caress, making her heart melt.
