As Asbeel closed his eyes this time, there was no more deafening silence, or darkness, he was habitual of, but there was his little angel's smiling face. The way she was gazing at stars.
Her head lay on his lap. Her smile, her shining eyes, everything left an impression on his mind.
Before he knew, he had already started walking towards his room
He wondered what kind of mood he would find her in as he pictured her face when she left the drawing-room earlier. Would she still be angry at him or would she have mellowed down by now? He stopped in the way for a second, before he started walking towards the door.
He opened the door and walked in without even bothering to knock. He entered as if her room was his.
