The Sovereign, Part One (The Sovereign Saga #1)

The morning light filtered through the transpane skylight, cool and diluted. I blinked against it, my body slow to respond. My limbs were heavy, thoughts sluggish as if they hadn’t fully returned from wherever I’d drifted during the night.

The sheets were twisted around my legs, a protest from the bed I wasn’t ready to leave.

My muscles ached from too many tense nights of wishing I wasn’t alone, my mind still fogged by a dream I couldn’t quite catch.

The air outside the comforter felt too sharp, as did the world beyond my somna—upcoming Oathbond planning, Maxim’s deviations, and tomorrow’s evaluations—pressed beneath the weight of a blanket I hadn’t asked for.