[Meredith].
"I was just going to get some air," I said softly.
Draven frowned, pushing himself up on one elbow. "At this hour?"
Valmora bristled immediately, as if she knew I might not be able to hold back from him. "You cannot and must not let him leave this room with you."
I hesitated only for a second before letting the words leave my mouth, calm and sincere.
"Please," I said quietly, meeting his gaze. "Can you do me a favour and sleep soundly tonight?"
There was no force or command in my voice, just a gentle tone, wrapped in trust.
Draven searched my face, something unreadable passing through his expression. Then he nodded once.
"Alright."
The next moment, his head sank back onto the pillow too quickly. His breathing deepened instantly, slow and even, the weight of true sleep settling over him as if a switch had been flipped.
I stared at him as my heart began to pound. 'Did he… just listen?Or did I do that?'
Valmora was silent now, watching everything.
