The door slid open. Han Soi stepped into the dimly lit room; the soft scent of Yue Yue filled the room, calming his senses.
On the massive bed, Yue Yue was already asleep.
She had changed into simple, comfortable clothes that made her look even smaller and more delicate against the vastness of the mattress. Her breathing was steady, her dark lashes casting soft shadows against her pale cheeks. She looked peaceful...a stark contrast to the chaos that had nearly erupted in the hall only hours ago.
Han Soi approached the bedside, his boots making no sound on the thick carpet. He stood there for a long time, simply watching the rise and fall of her chest.
His hand reached out, his fingers trembling slightly before he brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face. His touch was feather-light, as if he feared she might shatter if he pressed too hard. He still couldn't entirely believe it. She was his.
