Alora snuggled close to Magnus, her head resting on his arm while her hand moved to his chest. Gradually, she opened her eyes and recalled everything from the last night.
"Good morning, Love," Magnus greeted her and kissed her lips. Nibbling her bottom lip, he yearned for a moan from her mouth. Her eyelashes touched the skin beneath her eyes as she lowered them and smiled.
"Prince Magnus still has energy in the morning," she murmured and realized she was donned in a silk robe.
"After you fell asleep, I cleaned you. I thought to put the robe on you so that you won't catch s cold," Magnus told her before she could even ask about it.
Alora's heart fluttered to hear how much her husband cared for her.
"I'll ask the servant to prepare a bath for us," Magnus opined and slowly moved away from her. She remained on the mattress while watching Magnus going out.
