Self-defense teacher
The morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. As I slowly woke up, the events of the previous night came flooding back to me. I reached out beside me, only to find the bed empty.
Seraphina was already gone. I sat up, pulling the covers around me, and felt a flush of embarrassment spread across my cheeks as I recalled the intensity of our encounter and how I had asked her to stop.
Just as I was lost in my thoughts, there was a knock on the door. My heart skipped a beat. "Come in," I called, trying to sound composed.
The door opened to reveal Anara, one of the palace maids. She stepped inside and bowed deeply. "Good morning, Queen Elara," she greeted, her voice cheerful.
Queen Elara. It still felt surreal. "Good morning, Anara," I replied, my voice a bit shaky. I took a moment to process the title. Yes, I was now married to the Demon Queen. The reality of it all was overwhelming.