The room was dimly lit by the moonlight that slipped through the curtains, casting gentle shadows across the furniture. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and sandalwood, an aromatic blend that Maris had personally chosen. It was meant to soothe and relax, but tonight, her heart was anything but calm.
"Mmm... Lucan, you're such a bad person, sleeping with a woman other than me..."
Maris's voice was a soft whisper, a teasing lilt that didn't quite hide the undertone of yearning. She pouted, her lips slightly parted in a mix of frustration and longing. Her delicate hands cradled Lucan's head, guiding it to rest against her chest, where her heart beat rapidly under the lace of her nightgown.
Lucan was deep in a peaceful sleep, thanks to the spell Maris had cast earlier. His breathing was steady, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm that was both comforting and maddening to her.
