A Little Spar

Amelia POV

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room. I blinked awake, the events of the previous day replaying in my mind—the wedding, the reception, the awkward tension between Lucas and me. It all felt so surreal, like I’d stepped into a dream I couldn’t wake from.

I sat up, pulling the blanket around my shoulders, the room eerily quiet without him here. It was strange.

I remembered standing in our chambers last night, nerves gnawing at me. I’d asked Lucas, what now? expecting some formal agreement or boundary to be set. To my surprise, he’d been kind, offering me the bed while he slept on the couch that I hadn’t notice in the room before.

The tension between us had been thick, unspoken. Yet, when I suggested we share the bed, Lucas didn’t argue. We both laid there, side by side, the silence heavy, but nothing happened. He didn’t try anything, and despite my internal conflict, the exhaustion of the day eventually pulled me into sleep.

Now, the