Malvoria woke to warmth.
And softness.
And—
Oh.
Her eyes snapped open, her body tensing as she immediately became aware of too many things at once.
First: She was not in her own room.
The faint scent of lavender and something distinctly Elysia clung to the sheets, confirming what her still-sleep-addled brain was struggling to process.
Second: She was naked.
Third: So was Elysia.
And fourth perhaps the most pressing issue of all she was cuddling her wife.
Malvoria stared at the ceiling for a long moment, her thoughts sluggish, tangled, and utterly useless.
She could not have let this happen.
She did not just spend the night tangled in the sheets with her wife the very woman who had tried to stab her not too long ago.
Her grip around Elysia's waist tightened involuntarily, and she immediately cursed herself for it.
Stay calm.
Think.
This was, this had to be—for the sake of an heir.
That was it.
That was the only reason this had happened.
Yes.
Yes, of course.
