The heavy castle doors closed behind me, shutting out the crisp autumn wind as I stepped into the cool, quiet hallway. My footsteps echoed softly against the flagstones as I made my way toward Demetrius’s study.
I turned the corner and pushed open the familiar heavy door, expecting to find him buried behind his desk as usual. Instead, the room was empty. The grand oak desk was clear, the fire in the hearth had burned down to a soft bed of glowing embers, and his leather armchair sat silent in the warm light.
I leaned against the doorframe, a small smile playing on my lips, and reached out across our bond.
My King, I seek your presence and you are not in your office, I sent through the link, letting the affection in my chest bleed through the connection.
A low, rich chuckle vibrated thr
