Chapter Eighty Nine

Third-Person Pov

The cottage was cloaked in the hushed intimacy of a stolen night. Kavan and Kazia lay entwined on the couch, their limbs a testament to their shared desire. The world outside was oblivious to their secret, and for this brief moment, it was just the two of them, consumed by the warmth of each other's presence.

Kazia nestled herself closer to Kavan, her head resting on his chest, her fingers tracing aimless patterns on his skin. In the soft glow of the flickering fireplace, time seemed to stretch and fold, as if they were caught in an eternal embrace.

But the serenity was broken by a whisper of reality, a reminder that their stolen moments had a deadline. Kazia's heart sank as she realized that she had to leave the cottage soon. The impending dawn was a relentless reminder of her impending return to the palace, where she was nothing more than a captive in a gilded cage.

She took a deep breath and gently disentangled herself from Kavan's embrace. Her fingers trailed alo