Morning came slowly, wrapped in warmth and unfamiliar comfort.
Iva stirred first.
At first, it was just a sensation—heat.
Deep, steady, almost overwhelming.
Something solid pressed against her back, radiating warmth like a furnace, anchoring her in place.
Her brows furrowed slightly as sleep still clung to her, her mind slow to catch up.
Then—
An arm.
Heavy.
Strong.
Draped securely around her waist.
Everything rushed back at once.
The ceremony.
The royal family.
The overwhelming presence of the castle.
And—
Caleb.
Her breath hitched softly as awareness fully settled in.
Oh goddess…
She went still for a moment, her heart beginning to beat faster, acutely aware of how close they were, how naturally her body seemed to fit against his.
Carefully—very carefully—she tried to
