I woke up slowly, feeling unusually warm and comfortable. As my eyes fluttered open, I realized why. I was nestled in Seraphina's arms, her strong, steady heartbeat a soothing rhythm against my back. I blinked, taking in the early morning light filtering through the curtains. For a moment, I simply lay there, basking in the comfort of her embrace.
Then reality hit me. I was starting to fall in love with her. A mix of emotions surged through me—fear, confusion, and a reluctant kind of joy. I hadn't wanted this. I hadn't asked for this arranged marriage. But there was something about Seraphina that was gradually breaking down my walls, and it terrified me.
I had to get out of her arms before I got too comfortable. Slowly, I began to wriggle, trying to extricate myself without waking her. I moved inch by inch, attempting to slip out from under her arm.
"Where do you think you're going?" Seraphina's voice was low and sleepy, yet tinged with amusement.
