Awakening from a deep slumber felt as though she was being pulled from the sweet depths of heaven itself. Her sleep had been serene and uninterrupted, a rarity she had experienced only twice in recent memory. It was so blissful, she desired nothing more than to let herself sink back into the comforting embrace of slumber. Yet, the soft light filtering into the room suggested it was day and the time for waking had arrived.
Stretching her limbs, she marveled at the unexpected softness of her bed, the fabric under her felt like a caress against her skin. However, as her eyes fluttered open, her gaze was greeted by an unfamiliar ceiling. A moment of disorientation washed over her before reality descended with a jolt, causing her heart to lurch in her chest.
She was married!
That single thought echoed around her mind like a bell. She was a married woman. This was her new home, a place she now shared with her husband - the Marquess, Lord Blackthorne.
