The golden rays of morning poured through the modest window, spilling soft warmth across the wooden floorboards. The old curtain fluttered slightly from a breeze slipping in through a crack in the sill. With the chirping of early birds and the distant sound of hooves in a nearby pen, morning had arrived in Meren.
Luke stirred first.
His eyes blinked open to the light, and he took a moment to settle himself, blinking into the rustic peace. Ilyrana remained beside him for a moment longer, then stirred as well, her silver-blonde hair splaying across the pillow as she sat up with a quiet yawn.
"Morning already?" she murmured.
Luke gave a small smile and sat up, stretching his arms above his head.
"Feels like we barely closed our eyes."
She chuckled softly.
"That means it was a good sleep."
