The bed-chamber was rather dim, and only through the arched window, the moon's radiance amongst the bright starry sky cast a silver glow onto the bed and frozen carpet.
From the bed, Keith sat upright. He rubbed his eyes before stretching his neck from side to side with a grunt.
The layers of the warm quilt that covered from his hips down had left his bare and toned torso bathed upon the glistening light. A portion of his face also shared the same grace, and his innocent countenance almost made her heart skip a beat.
A stark silhouette and the precise cut from the shadow made it a piece of art from the night's graces.
Unbeknownst to her, he turned to the side as he noticed her presence, which had him flinch in subtlety but became a little meek in front of her.
"Your Grace?" Keith called, but she was too stunned to respond. Though, when he started to rustle under the sheets, it snapped Nathalie out of her trance, flicking her hand away.
