After the previous day, Varya woke up with a slight headache. She had underestimated their drink from the previous day. It was sweet and delicious, preventing her from being able to tell just how strong it was. The things that the drink made her do were frightening. She had been so bold and inhibition free.
Their naked bodies stayed pressed against each other all night and her blue eyes traced up Basileus's form to his orange eyes that were looking at her with an intense gaze.
"Good morning," she said with a small smile, feeling somewhat embarrassed at their current state of dress.
His hand escaped the blankets covering them and cupped her cheek. His thumb traced along her lower lip as he admired her.
"Good morning," he responded.
His mood wasn't bad, but he seemed quiet. He had only uttered two words, but she could tell he was focused on something in his mind. The serious expression on his face caused Varya to reach up and touch his jaw, willing it to unclench.
