The door hadn't been closed for even a minute before the room started to feel too big. Too quiet. Too… married.
I took a slow breath, letting my eyes wander. The bedroom was beautiful, yes, but intimidating in the way only royal spaces could be. Tall windows framed by dark velvet curtains, a carved canopy bed fit for a queen, soft moonlight glinting off polished marble floors. Shelves lined the walls, filled with books, enchanted trinkets, and small framed sketches—some of forests, others of battles. A faint scent of cedar lingered in the air.
Definitely the room of a crown prince. Reserved, elegant, subtly powerful.
I was still processing the fact that I'd be sleeping here when the door opened again. Elias stepped inside, his usual calm presence softening the heavy atmosphere.
He looked like he was about to speak—probably to ask if I wanted a tour—when the door opened a second time.
