The morning sun filtered softly through the curtains, casting warm golden hues across the spacious guest chamber. The air smelled fresh, carrying a faint hint of morning dew and something else—something richer, more enticing.
The aroma of fresh food.
Damien's senses gradually stirred, his body shifting slightly beneath the soft silk sheets. His sharp blue eyes flickered open, his mind catching up to the warmth and comfort surrounding him.
For the first time in days, he had experienced an uninterrupted, deep sleep. 'This is exactly what it feels like to be truly rested…'
But that wasn't what had woken him up.
The smell of cooked delicacies drifted across the room, pulling him out from his drowsiness. He turned his head slightly, just in time to see his designated guard silently exiting the chamber.
The man had moved so quietly that, had it not been for Damien's sharp instincts, he wouldn't have noticed at all.
