I have to busy myself
I woke up groggy and disoriented, sunlight streaming through the windows. I was sprawled out on Ciara's bed, the soft sheets twisted around me. Sitting up, I glanced toward the couch where Ciara had settled last night. To my surprise and immense relief, she was gone.
"Thank the stars," I muttered, stretching my stiff limbs.
I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower. The hot water felt soothing, washing away the remnants of sleep and the awkwardness of the previous night. As I toweled off, I couldn't help but think about the strange twist of fate that had thrown me into this situation. Of all the people to be my perfect match, why Ciara?
Dressed and ready to face the day, I left Ciara's castle, pausing to take in its beauty. Despite my frustration, I had to admit it was a magnificent place, grand and meticulously maintained.