Iyana sat at Vyan's bedside, his body trembling with emotion. She gently stroked his back, trying to offer comfort amidst the storm of his tears.
When his silent sobs finally subsided, she dared to ask, "Can you tell me what is troubling you?"
Vyan shook his head, his grip tightening around her. His breath tickled her ear as he murmured, "Not yet."
Iyana tried to pull away, her concern mixing with a hint of amusement. "Your Grace, you know, this isn't quite appropriate."
"Didn't you once boast that your fiancé wouldn't bat an eye if you pulled the entire town into your bed?" Vyan's voice was laced with a touch of sarcasm.
Her cheeks flushed, caught off guard. "Why bring that up now?"
"No reason," he replied casually, pulling her closer. His cold touch sent shivers down her spine, contrasting with her warmth.
