Warm sunlight streamed gently into the spacious bedroom, wrapping the air in a soft, golden glow. Outside, birds chirped faintly in the garden, and a breeze rustled the leaves, creating a peaceful melody that drifted through the partially open window.
Ruby stirred beneath the plush white sheets, her lashes fluttering before she slowly opened her eyes. For a moment, the world was quiet—too quiet even.
Then, she felt the softness of the pillows around her, the faint scent of fresh roses wafting from the bedside vase, and the unmistakable warmth of someone nearby.
She turned her head. There, sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed was Stefan. Watching her. She could swear she'd seen worry lines etched on his face when her eyes met his face but it had transformed into a smile before she could make anything of it.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty," he murmured, his voice low and soft.
