After an entire twenty four hours of ardent passion and a few hours of sleep, Tristan woke up with such a distinct glee etched on his face.
Tristan darted his eyes over to the balcony and smiled faintly as he bathed in the morning atmosphere of Vanyar.
The gentle yet enthusiastic chirping of the birds that could be heard from outside, the view of falling snow in the azure sky, and the soft comfortable bed with a beautiful figure seen on it.
The lascivious yet innocent curves of her coupled with her flawless white skin was the dream of any man without exception, and such a dream was currently laying beside him. This could be defined as heavenly as it could get. Hence, it was natural he was gleeful.
