Chapter Forty Eight

Sunlight streamed through the ornate drapes, casting a warm glow across the opulent chamber. Suzy stirred, a yawn escaping her lips.  She blinked open her eyes, the events of the previous night replaying in her mind. She stretched luxuriously, feeling surprisingly rested despite the unfamiliar surroundings.

But as she looked around the bed, a frown creased her brow.  The space beside her was empty, the crisp sheets undisturbed.  "Ryan?" she called out tentatively, her voice echoing in the vast room.

She had the distinct memory of waking up briefly in the middle of the night, of Ryan sleeping in the armchair.

Just then, a soft tapping sound came from the door.  She sat up, reaching for the discarded robe lying atop a nearby armchair.  "Come in," she called out.

The door creaked open, revealing the friendly face of the young maid, Esme.  A bright smile adorned her face.  "Good day, Duchess," she greeted, her voice cheerful.  "I trust you slept well?"