The time left for him was getting shorter.
The thirty-year-old Count reluctantly opened his eyes. He lay on a soft four-poster bed, and for a moment, the warm environment of the room made him think he was back at his own castle.
But he quickly realized he was still in the Imperial Capital.
"Awake, my husband?" Surya, who was wearing a light feathered silky princess gown, was already awake. The female knight had a deep blush and happiness on her face. Smiling, she said to Laine, "Happy Winter Festival."
"Happy Winter Festival, my lady." Laine felt a surge of emotions as he reminisced about the soft warmth of last night.
He, too, now had a family.
The Count reached out his large hand, pulled his wife into his arms, and kissed her directly. "My lady, do you have any plans for today?"
