Vincent/Vaelthor~
That night, after our first date, I lay in the massive four-poster bed in Katrina's chambers, the silk sheets tangled around us like a web I couldn't escape. The room was a cavernous space truly fit for royalty—high vaulted ceilings painted with celestial murals that glowed faintly under the moonlight filtering through the arched windows. Ornate tapestries depicting ancient battles hung on the walls, and the air carried the faint scent of lavender from the gardens below. Katrina was tucked against my chest, her reddish-blonde hair spilling across my arm like threads of sunset, her breathing soft and steady in sleep. Her blue eyes were closed now, but I could still picture the way they'd sparkled earlier, full of that fierce independence that drew me in despite everything.
