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Her fingers found his, curling around his hand. His skin was warm, grounding, steady in a way she hadn't realized she needed.

“Guess we wait and see,” she murmured.

Grish squeezed her hand gently in agreement. Then, after a moment, he reached up and brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, his touch lingering.

Rozika met his gaze, her breath catching. No words were needed. The weight of everything—the battle, the trial, the new responsibility thrust upon her—pressed between them. But for once, she wasn’t thinking about what came next.

Only this moment.

Grish’s hands moved again. The last time we were alone together, she interrupted something. He hesitated for a moment, then added, But you don’t owe me anything. If you don’t want this, we don’t continue.

His eyes held no expectation, only understanding.

Rozika flushed, nodding. The battle with the Veilbound, the confrontation with Grimnok, the Chaos Heart—she had faced them all. But this… this was uncharted ground.

She swallowed, her fingers tightening slightly around his. “I do want this,” she admitted, voice quieter than she intended. “It’s just…” Her gaze dropped for a moment, searching for the words. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Grish’s expression softened, and he signed, Then we take our time.

Rozika exhaled, a small, nervous laugh escaping her. “You always make things seem so simple.”

Only because you make them so complicated, he teased, his lips twitching into the barest hint of a smile.

She huffed, rolling her eyes, but the tension inside her loosened just a little. The fear wasn’t gone—not of him, but of herself, of what this meant, of what came after. But Grish wasn’t pushing. He was giving her space to choose, just like he always had.

She met his gaze again, the weight of the day still pressing on her, but something else was there too—something new, a longing, fragile but real.

So she chose.

Rozika stepped closer, lifting a hand to his jaw, fingers grazing the rough stubble there. “Then… show me.”

Grish lifted a hand, gently brushing her hair back behind one of her long, tapered ears. His fingers lingered there, tracing the sensitive ridge, and Rozika shivered at the unexpected sensation. His touch was light, careful, as if waiting to see what she wanted.

So she showed him.

She pressed her lips to his, hesitant at first, testing the shape of the kiss. He responded with patient warmth, letting her explore, letting her take what she needed. When she deepened it, when she tugged him closer, he followed eagerly, his hands settling at her waist, anchoring her against him.

Her heart pounded as his fingers found the small of her back, then lower, lightly tracing under the base of her tail. Heat pooled in her stomach as he stroked there, teasing at the nerves she had never given much thought to before. Her breath hitched, and she gripped his shoulders to steady herself.

Grish pulled back just enough to look at her, his silent question clear in his eyes. Was this what she wanted?

She nodded, not trusting her inner voice screaming at her to flee.

He lifted her then, effortlessly, carrying her the short distance to the bed. When he lowered her onto the furs, he hesitated—giving her time, waiting for her to guide him. Rozika’s fingers tightened in his tunic before pulling it over his head, her own breath shaky but determined. His scars told stories she already knew, pain she had witnessed, but here, now, they didn’t define him.

Her own clothes followed, her confidence growing as she bared herself fully to him. Grish’s eyes roamed her lithe form with a reverence that sent warmth spreading through her. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close, skin to skin, feeling the solid warmth of him against her. Grish hesitated only for a moment before embracing her fully, his arms encircling her in a way that felt like both protection and surrender. Their breaths mingled, slow and deep, as they held onto each other, neither rushing nor speaking.

Rozika pressed her cheek against his shoulder, eyes slipping shut. The world outside—the murmurs of the village, the weight of leadership, the uncertainty of tomorrow—faded into the quiet steadiness of his heartbeat beneath her palm.

Grish's fingers traced soothing patterns along her back, not seeking, not demanding—just being. She exhaled against his skin, her body molding to his as a shiver ran through her, not from cold, but from the overwhelming realness of this.

For a long, lingering moment, they simply stayed that way, grounded in the warmth of each other, in the silence that said more than words ever could.

Grish pulled away just enough to sign, his hands moving with quiet certainty. I love you.

Rozika blinked up at him, her breath hitching. “Why?” The question left her lips before she could stop it, raw and unguarded. A flicker of uncertainty crossed her face—not because she doubted his feelings, but because she couldn’t understand how someone like him could love someone like her.

Grish exhaled, cupping her cheek with a tenderness that made her chest ache. Because you see me, he signed, his fingers brushing her lips before continuing. Not as my father’s son. Not as a tool. Just me.

Emotion tightened in Rozika’s throat. She had spent so long fighting, surviving, pushing forward, never once stopping to consider what it meant to be seen—truly seen.

When the moment felt right, Grish leaned down, his lips tracing over her collarbone, slow and deliberate. He paused, waiting for her reaction, giving her time to adjust to the unfamiliar sensations. She shivered, not from hesitation, but from the sheer intimacy of it. His breath was warm against her skin, each unhurried movement grounding her, unraveling the last of her doubts.

Rozika’s fingers curled against his back, anchoring herself to the moment, to him. There was no rush, no expectation—only the quiet certainty that, for the first time in her life, she wasn’t facing the unknown alone.

When his hands found her tail again, tracing its length with careful fingers, she gasped, arching into his touch. He paused, watching her reaction, before continuing, his touch gentle but knowing. Rozika clung to him, her body awakening to pleasures she had never known, guided by his patient hands, his silent devotion.

And when they finally came together, it was slow, deliberate, a careful merging of want and uncertainty, of trust and newfound intimacy. He moved with her, not rushing, letting her set the pace even when she trembled beneath him. She felt everything—every shared breath, every lingering touch, every way he made her feel treasured, desired.

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