As the birds sang their morning songs, the sunlight filtered inside the room through the window. The subtle sound of water droplets falling from the leaves and the roof were heard in the castle compounds, indicating the heavy rainfall from yesterday.
The man sleeping on the bed opened his eyes.
The pair of ice-blue eyes were fixated on the ceiling for a moment before they shifted to the side.
Aleister glanced at the woman who was sitting on the floor with her head leaning on the edge of the bed. She was holding his palm tightly with both her hands. Her chin was resting on his knuckles as she slept peacefully.
Her face was pale and there seemed to be a small frown etched between her brows.
He lifted his other hand and gently ran his fingers down his chest but he could not feel any bumps or wounds.
