The next morning, Arella awoke to a soft, golden light streaming through a small gap in the curtains of her chambers. The twin suns of the demon realm had begun to rise in the air, their warm glow a contrast to the cool air that filled the room. Arella sat up in the bed, the silken sheets pooling around her waist. She stretched, letting her wings fan out behind her, the feathers catching the morning light.
Just as he had promised, King Varziel did not touch her all night while in their chambers.
After their walk in the garden, he had hurried off to finish his work for the day, and he was not back even after Arella returned from her study. His side of the bed was messed up though, and a faint warmth lingered, which meant that they had indeed slept in the same bed. Seeing as he did not try to wake her up despite his insatiable self, did that really mean that he intended to go ahead with his promise of doing those things outside their chambers?