Outside the chamber door, Rowan stood perfectly still as the muffled sound of voices drifted through the wood, followed by the faint rustle of movement from within.
Even after everything that had happened tonight, he had thought the king would at least allow her time to rest and recover from the shock, but instead he was here in her chamber.
When a soft sound escaped Rosalind from within, Rowan's jaw tightened, his hand clenching at his side as the meaning of it settled heavily over him. He did not need to hear every word, what reached him was already enough to tell him something intimate was happening inside.
Alaric tilted his head as he deepened the kiss, his mouth moving against Rosalind's as he dipped his tongue in her mouth. His hand slid to her waist and pulled her closer, grinding her hips gently against the hard heat of him.
