Titania's POV
I woke up to find myself under an unfamiliar ceiling. The bed was incredibly soft, unlike my own. I realized I was in an inn, where I had spent the night with my darling.
Beside me, he was awake, his eyes fixed on my face with a smirk. He looked particularly radiant this morning, which made me blush under his gaze.
"Good morning, Nia," he greeted. "How did you sleep?"
"G-Good," I stuttered in response.
"Are you hungry? Want me to fetch some food for you?" he inquired.
"S-Sure," I replied, feeling a strange warmth at his concern.
What was this sensation? It felt oddly intimate, like the words of a devoted husband to his wife. Though I hadn't experienced marriage firsthand, there was an inexplicable familiarity to his care.
Leon rose from the bed, his naked form a commanding presence. His impressive member stood proudly, demanding attention.
