The ocean whispered softly against the shore.
Low.
Endless.
Almost like it was breathing with them.
Far from the palace.
Far from the eyes of the world.
The private island stretched endlessly around them, wrapped in gold from the setting sun. The sky burned in soft orange and fading pink, melting slowly into the deep blue of night. The air was warm, the breeze gentle, carrying the scent of salt and something softer—freedom.
Vivian stood barefoot on the balcony, her fingers resting lightly against the railing. The silk robe around her swayed with the wind, brushing against her skin in soft, teasing movements.
For the first time in her life…
There were no expectations pressing down on her chest.
No voices telling her what she should be.
Just silence.
Just peace.
Or so she thought.
Behind her, the door slid open quietly.
She didn't turn.
She didn't need to.
She felt him.
