Killian's POV.

I woke up before the sun rose, as always. I stretched my arms and rolled off the bed, dropping to the ground for a round of push-ups.

The repetitive motion kept my head clear and focused. When I was done, I grabbed the jug of water by the stand and took a few deep gulps.

A soft knock landed on my door.

“Come in,” I said, standing tall.

A maid stepped in quietly, she had her eyes low. “Good morning, Lord Wolfe. I’m here to prepare your bath.”

I gave a silent nod, and she moved toward the grand bath chamber attached to my quarters.

I heard the...