Ercilia woke up the next morning well-rested.
She feels a familiar weight on her chest, and she blinks her eyes open, her vision bleary from the sunlight that's streaming in through the bedroom windows. Her mind remains foggy, still a little bit disoriented from last night's lullabying session.
She did not have to look down to know that Drystan was nestled against her body. Ercilia could feel his arms wrapped around her and recognize the warmth of his breath that fanned across her neck.
The sensation of his hair skimming her skin was familiar in the way that only he could be. Drystan, her most beloved in the whole entire world – the only man that Ercilia would ever dream of spending forever with. It was he who had woven his way into her heart and made a home in her soul.
