Arlan's Mate Is A Pervert

The following morning, Seren awoke to a sky already illuminated by the sun's rays. Blinking sleep from her eyes, she glanced beside her to find an empty space. A sudden realization flushed her cheeks crimson, prompting her to quickly shield her face beneath a plush blanket. Before she could fully compose herself, a familiar voice broke the silence.

"Good morning, Seren."

Reflected in the mirror, a tall figure elegantly dressed adjusted the buttons of his tailcoat, his eyes meeting those of his newly awakened wife. He couldn't help but notice her fleeting embarrassment.

Peeking out from beneath the blanket, Seren murmured, "Good... morning," her voice soft and slightly muffled.

Turning away from the mirror, Drayce approached the bed, taking a seat beside her. "Did you sleep well?" he inquired.

With her gaze still partially obscured by the blanket, Seren simply hummed in response, seemingly reluctant to part with her protective cover.