The morning sun slipped through the silk curtains slowly.
Carefully.
Like even the light itself feared disturbing the king. Kaelis laid awake long before dawn fully arrived.
One arm rested beneath his head while the other remained wrapped possessively around Elara's waist, keeping her against his bare chest despite the heat beneath the blankets.
She was asleep.
Finally.
After hours of driving both of them completely insane. His gaze dragged slowly across her face, the flushed cheeks, the long brown hair scattered wildly across his pillows like spilled ink.
God.
She looked like pure chaos wrapped in silk and attitude.
His beautiful chaos queen.
The nickname had slipped into his head sometime in the middle of the night after she bit his shoulder hard enough to leave a mark because he had laughed at her threat to stab him.
Normal women cried afterward.
Normal women hid their faces shyly.
