Beyond the intricately designed stained glass windows of their room, Lanark's summer sun stretched its warm fingers.
Adela roused from her slumber, her body cocooned in the afterglow of a peaceful night's rest. Beside her, Egon remained, his breathing a steady lullaby in the room. The previous night had been a torrent of emotions and vows exchanged, sealed with long sessions of lovemaking in bed and in the shower.
Indeed, it was the most rejuvenating sleep Lady Adelaide de Lanark had ever experienced.
Every fiber of Adela's body was alive with the presence of her husband by her side – his masculine fragrance, the rhythmic flutter of his eyes opening and closing, his deep breaths, and the mirroring smiles they exchanged with their drowsy gazes every now and then.
It was evident that they had no intention of departing from their bed.
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