When we reached the door, Zephara turned to me, a mischievous smile on her lips. "Shall we go to our room?" she asked, her voice low and filled with anticipation.
Despite the many times Zephara and I had been intimate, I felt a flutter of nervous excitement. My heart quickened, and my breath hitched slightly. "Yes," I replied softly, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks.
As we made our way through the dimly lit corridors of the castle, the soft sounds of the night filled the air. The moonlight streamed through the tall windows, casting an ethereal glow on the stone walls.
I stole glances at Zephara, her graceful movements and confident stride making my heart race even more. The anticipation was palpable, and I could feel the tension building between us with each step.