The balcony was breathtaking in the morning light, decorated lavishly for the spring festival like the rest of the palace. Vibrant floral garlands draped along the railings, their bright colours blending with the soft pink petals that the breeze occasionally carried in from the palace gardens below.
Delicate golden lanterns hung from above, swaying gently in the wind, while silk ribbons fluttered against the marble pillars. It was a scene straight out of a fairytale, one that Abrielle might have admired more if not for the smug menace currently holding her hostage.
Cedric had her caged firmly on his lap, his arms wrapped possessively around her waist. She could still feel the heat of last night lingering in her bones, a deep soreness that made even the slightest movement a challenge. And yet, despite knowing this, he was playing his usual games.