The sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, bathing the room in a golden glow. Birds chirped outside, their melody mingling with the faint rustle of leaves as a gentle breeze passed through.
Salviana stirred, blinking against the soft light, only to find the other side of the bed empty.
Her husband's absence was immediate and stark, the covers on his side already cool. With a sigh, she pushed herself upright, brushing her hair out of her face.
The previous day had been a whirlwind—an entire day spent with Alaric, something she wasn't accustomed to. But today, she knew better. He would undoubtedly be swamped with work, compensating for lost time.
Salviana slid out of bed, her silk nightgown whispering against her skin. The maids entered promptly, as though summoned by her thoughts.
"Good morning, Your Grace," Emma greeted with a curtsy, followed by Sarah and two others carrying fresh towels and a breakfast tray.
