Chapter 33 Thirty -Two

• Avelyn shifted uneasily in the king's oversized bed, her mind still clouded by sleep. Heat enveloped her, suffocating beneath layers of fabric and blankets. She groaned, tugging at her dress in frustration. "Ugh... it's too hot... what's with these clothes...?" she mumbled, struggling to free herself from the oppressive warmth.
• Her restless movements stirred Draeven, who had unknowingly dozed off beside her. Half-awake, he processed her muffled complaints with a slow, drowsy awareness. Without thinking, his arm instinctively tightened around her waist, pulling her flush against him.
• "Shh..." he murmured, his deep voice unusually gentle. Still caught in the haze of sleep, he leaned in, exhaling a soft breath against the back of her neck in an attempt to soothe her.