The master bedroom overlooked the river through wide glass windows where the afternoon light shimmered across the slow-moving water. The storm had passed hours earlier, leaving the air cool enough that the curtains drifted lazily with every breeze slipping through the cracked balcony door.
Galathea rested comfortably against Cael's chest, her cheek tucked beneath his chin while his arms remained loosely wrapped around her waist. Neither of them had much interest in moving.
The shrill notification from Cael's phone shattered the quiet.
He frowned. "Someone's at the gate."
Galathea made a sleepy sound that suggested the outside world could wait another century.
Without releasing her, Cael reached across the bedside table and picked up his phone.
Galathea lazily nibbled on his throat, "Thank the gods for that wingspan."
Cael chuckled.
The security notification displayed the front gate camera.
A familiar sedan waited outside.
"...They're early." Cael muttered.
