Evelina was the first to wake up the next morning.
Sunlight poured into the room through the curtains, filling it with a warm, golden light. The air was cool and silent, except for the occasional distant sounds of the palace stirring to life.
She lay there for a moment, watching the ceiling, allowing herself a brief moment of peace before the weight of everything returned.
And then—Relia spoke.
"So… Are we just going to talk about last night or pretend like it didn't happen?"
Evelina sighed, rubbing her temples. "It's too early for this."
"Oh, it is never too early to relive that masterpiece of a night."
Evelina groaned, sitting up and stretching. "I don't have time for your nonsense."
"You call it nonsense?" Relia asked, pretending to be hurt. "Fine, fine." Relia huffed. "But admit it, Evie—he had you shaking. Trembling. Clutching onto him like a lifeline—"
"Relia."
"Hmm?"
"Shut. Up."
"Alright, alright. You don't want me talking about last night? That's fine.
