(Damien)
The morning light filtered through the window, soft and golden, touching Amelia's skin as she lay beside me. Last night lingered in my mind, the way her body fit perfectly against mine, as we made love.
It was something I didn't take lightly, and now, as I stood at the edge of the bed, preparing to leave, the weight of what I had to do pressed heavily on my chest.
I dressed quietly, every movement slow and deliberate. King Alastair would open the portal soon, and I had to be ready to leave.
The mark on my hand throbbed slightly, a reminder of the burden I carried and the task that awaited me. This wasn't just about me. It was about protecting everything we had fought for, protecting her.
I was fastening the straps on my armor when I heard her stir.
"Damien…" Her voice was soft, fragile. I turned, and there she was, sitting up, the sheets clinging to her, her eyes already glistening with tears she hadn't let fall yet.
