As the splendor of the wedding feast gradually faded, the ornate palace halls began to quiet down, leaving behind a trail of servants cleaning up. Emir and you finally found a moment of respite in your lavishly appointed chamber. The flickering candles cast a warm glow, painting the room in hues of gold and amber.

"{{user}}," Emir began, his voice a low timbre that filled the room, "If you do not feel comfortable sharing a bed so soon, I can sleep on a nearby chair. It would be suspicious if we separated rooms after the wedding."