Chapter 693 She Must Be Watching Us
The next morning, the dim light of dawn crept into Asher's royal chamber, casting faint shadows across the dark walls. The room was bathed in a quiet stillness, broken only by the soft rise and fall of Rowena's breath. She lay beside him, her naked figure elegantly draped in a thick, warm sheet, her raven hair spilling over the pillow like a cascade of midnight silk.
Asher stirred, slowly sitting up in his king-sized bed, his gaze drifting toward the window. The horizon glowed faintly with the promise of sunrise, a subtle crimson line marking the end of night. He turned, leaning over to look at Rowena, his eyes softening as he watched her sleep.
Her face, usually cold and guarded, was now peaceful and content. He gently tucked a strand of her dark hair behind her ear, revealing more of her bewitching features. In her slumber, she seemed almost otherworldly, her beauty even more striking when she was at rest.
'If only I could let her feel this peace forever', he thought to himself, his hand lightly brushing her cheek. Usually, Rowena wouldn't sleep this long. Her mind was always racing, always on guard. But now, she was deep in slumber. Asher couldn't help but feel a small pang of guilt, knowing he had drained her energy throughout the intense night. Yet, he also felt she needed the rest.
Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder, savoring the warmth of her skin before quietly slipping out of bed. His mind shifted to his duties, recalling that Isola had something important to tell him.
As he walked out of the room, the door clicking softly behind him, Rowena's eyes slowly fluttered open. She blinked a few times, her crimson gaze shifting to the empty space where Asher had just been. A faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips, but her eyes were thoughtful as she sat up, the silence of the room enveloping her once more.
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Later, Asher sat atop Callisa's massive carapace as she shifted playfully in the crimson waters, her giant pincers creating soft ripples that broke the surface. Her energy was contagious, and Asher patted her shell affectionately, enjoying the tranquility of the moment.
Isola soon emerged from the waters, her torso glistening in the early sunlight. Her twilight-blue skin shimmered under the light, and her moon-white hair clung to her shoulders. With a graceful motion, her fish tail transformed into legs, allowing her to climb atop Callisa and crouch beside Asher.
A warm smile spread across Asher's face as she approached, and he pulled her close by the nape, kissing her deeply. She reciprocated with equal warmth, her hands resting lightly on his chest.
As they broke the kiss, Asher's expression shifted to one of concern, "So, what's this important thing you wanted to tell me?" he asked, his tone serious.
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