Ira's Pov

I wake up feeling like I slept in thick, tight chains. But it's just King Tiras's muscular arms wrapped around me. I am hardly breathing, yet I slept peacefully. His scent is like a heavenly-made perfume, despite the fact that it is no longer strengthened by a matebond. I am breathing it in from close range.

Even upclose his skin is flawless. With his eyes closed he looks like an innocent angel, strong but kind. The kind of partner I would be willing to trust. Why does the most beautiful people have characters that are the opposite of their enticing appearance? 

I wonder why he is holding me?...