With all of this drama going on outside, inside the Third Prince's Chambers, the air was heavy with warmth, the soft light from the nearby lanterns casting flickering shadows across the walls, amplifying the sense of privacy and intimacy in the room.
The bathing pool, with its heated water, sent curls of steam rising lazily into the air, creating a delicate veil between them, though nothing could mask the intensity simmering between husband and wife.
Alaric stood at the edge of the pool, his sharp, sculpted form illuminated in the low light, his pale skin glistening slightly from the warmth that surrounded them.
Salviana sat half-submerged in the pool, her body reacting to the closeness of her husband in such an enclosed place. Her heart raced, each beat a pounding reminder of the uncertainty she felt, yet also of the magnetic pull that had been growing between them since the day they wed.
