A glimmer of morning light appeared.
Soran took a look at Gloria, sleeping beside him. Her charming face still had the flush left behind by last night's joy. She looked tired and languid, but now she still slept soundly. He got up, took up a robe, and put it on his body. Then he covered her with the soft silk quilt. Now it was July, and the weather was getting hotter. But the temperature in Gloria's boudoir was still the same as in spring.
The lavender crystal lamp exuded light sparsely, and the knowledge of arcane magic was always so magical.
