When Marius walked into the chamber, as it had been two nights gone since he last saw her, he decided to visit his quarters where he kept her locked, wanting to confirm if the beauty had awoken or if it was time to wake her up himself. He never knew the spell would hold this much effect, so much so that two nights had passed her by, and she hasn't woken up yet.
The room was draped in shadows when his silhouette, almost a waltz of darkness, stepped into the room. As he glided across the floor, a predatory grace marking each silent fall, his eyes darted to the curtains that were left open. Registering the fact that he had closed the curtains himself before leaving, his eyes moved to the bed that was presently empty of her presence, whilst it conveyed her rise from her deep slumbers, and that made his lips curl deviously.
Unbeknownst to him, the woman cowered behind the half open door, her breath held in anxious anticipation.
