Vissera moved through the dark like a whisper, silk slippers silent on stone.

She shouldn’t be here. She didn’t care.

Bealon’s chamber door creaked softly as she slipped inside, heart racing not from fear, but thrill.

He stirred, surprised. She only smirked.

“Move over,” she whispered, sliding beneath the furs.

For tonight, Vissera wasn’t a princess. She was a fire no one could put out.