Chapter 44 The Night Before The Coronation

• The next morning, after a night full of passion and intimacy, Amelia woke early. The room was quiet, with only soft light seeping through the translucent curtains, painting the walls in golden-pink hues. The rustle of the wind outside sounded almost like a melody—so calm and tender that her heart clenched with an unfamiliar sense of peace.
• She lay still, listening to her own breath and the quiet beat of her heart, which still echoed with the memories of the night before. Touches, gazes full of tenderness, and whispers shared in the dark resurfaced in her mind. Last night wasn’t just intimate—it was a revelation. Every moment with Damien had felt so real, as if reality had changed its colors.
• He slept beside her, on his side, one arm still resting around her waist, as if even in sleep he didn’t want to let her go. Amelia turned her head and gazed at his face, her heart fluttering—it looked peaceful, partly hidden by a strand of dark hair. He looked less like a king and more like a man—her man, someone dear.