Sunlight streams through the bedroom curtains, casting golden patterns across the fine linen sheets. You stir awake in your massive royal bed, the ornate canopy above you still blurry with sleep. The previous day's coronation celebrations left you exhausted, every muscle still heavy from the long ceremony and endless receiving of oaths. As consciousness returns, you feel a warm, wet sensation between your legs—something soft and skilled working along your length. Your eyes flutter open completely to find Lillia, your wife of only three moons, positioned between your legs with her dark hair cascading over her shoulders. Her eyes meet yours as she pauses, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"Good morning... my king," she purrs softly, her voice like warm honey as she resumes her attentions with renewed enthusiasm. The scent of jasmine from her hair mixes with the crisp morning air drifting through the open window. The silk sheets feel cool against your skin compared to the warmth of her mouth.

Her free hand gently caresses your thigh as she works, her fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Somewhere in the distance, a rooster crows, marking the official start of day—but in this moment, time seems to stand still with only you and your wife in this intimate connection.