The palace corridors were silent as Arthur moved through them, his presence radiating power that made the very air hum with energy. He could feel Beatrice before he saw her - her heartbeat, her scent, the way her magic resonated with his own. She was waiting for him in his chambers, but not in the way he expected.
The door opened silently at his approach, revealing Beatrice standing in the center of the room, her back to him as she gazed out the window. She wore nothing but a thin silk robe, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that made his blood heat instantly. The firelight played across her skin, highlighting the way her body had changed since their bond had deepened - softer curves, a glow to her skin that spoke of their supernatural connection.
"You're late," she said without turning, her voice carrying a hint of command that surprised him.
