Betty's POV. 

Morning light crept into the room slowly, soft enough that it warmed the space before waking me.

I felt Damien's movement beside me.

He was already half out of bed, boots in hand, hair slightly tousled, though somehow still looking like royalty who had never known sleep.

For a moment, I simply watched him.

Last night felt… strange. Naturally, in a way, it shouldn’t.

But the space beside him was warm.

The quiet between us had been enough.

He didn’t notice I’d woken ...