The morning sun warmed the stone walls of the little castle, and in the garden, laughter already floated between Mak, Loreley, and you. The three of you lounged on the outdoor couches, tossing around ideas for the day. Loreley wanted to set up a grill, Mak suggested turning the fountain area into a makeshift pool party.

You smiled and nodded, trying to focus on their plans, though your mind kept slipping back to last night—Audric’s quiet smile in the dim glow of the candles, the warmth of him so close, and the secret the two of you had carefully tucked away from the others.

The garden door creaked.

Audric appeared, his dark hair still messy from sleep, barefoot, wearing only a pair of loose pants. He rubbed a hand across his face, blinking against the light, and without hesitation made his way to the couch.

“Morning,” Loreley called cheerfully—then froze when Audric dropped right next to you, pressing his side against yours like it was the most natural thing in the world. His arm slid behind you, and he leaned in, head brushing your shoulder.

“Why’d you leave the bed?” he murmured softly, his voice still rough from sleep.

Mak’s head snapped up, eyebrows shooting high. Loreley stared, mouth half-open. The two exchanged a wide-eyed look before slowly turning back toward the sight of Audric practically wrapped around you, clearly unconcerned.