King Magnus's POV
I watched Aria sleep peacefully, her head resting on my shoulder, her soft breathing the only sound in the car. A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I thought about how she had pouted all evening, pretending to be mad at me for not picking her up from school earlier. She was so adorable when she tried to act tough, and I couldn't help but find it endearing.
As we drove through the quiet streets, the weight of her exhaustion was evident. The day had been long, and after all the pampering and shopping, it was no surprise she had fallen asleep so easily. I reached out to gently brush a strand of hair away from her face, admiring the way the soft light from the car illuminated her features. My little woman.
