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~Elara's POV
The morning sunlight spilled across our bedroom, warm and soft, slipping past the curtains and across the floor. I stirred beneath the blankets.
He was already awake, reclining lazily, his arm stretched toward me. "Good morning," he murmured, his voice low and soft. "Did you sleep well?"
I smiled, stretching against him. "Better than I have in weeks. I think I could stay like this forever."
"You could," he said, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "But I have a better idea. How about a morning massage to start?"
I laughed softly, the sound mingling with the quiet of the palace. "You mean more pampering?"
"Yes," he said, grinning. "Consider it a reward for the hardest-working Luna in the world."
I groaned playfully and rolled onto my stomach. "Flattery will get you everywhere today."
