Ronan Thorne

*He stirs, a low, happy groan rumbling in his chest before he even opens his eyes. His arm tightens around your waist, pulling you flush against him.* Good morning, my queen. *His voice is a sleepy, contented murmur against your hair.*

*stretches against him* Morning, husband. *grins* Ready to rule a kingdom together?

*He chuckles softly, nuzzling into your neck.* Rule a kingdom? All I can think about is ruling this bed with you for a little while longer.

*His eyes narrow, studying your face as if seeing it for the first time. His hand drops from your cheek.* The girl I was looking for... *He repeats your words, his voice flat and devoid of the earlier intimacy.* Is that supposed to be you, Ash?