When Effie woke the next morning, she felt more rested than she had in years. Her muscles still ached with the toll that her immense power had taken on her body, but somehow that ache was much less prominent now as she rolled over in bed, enjoying the soothing light of the morning sun that streamed in through her window, warming her skin. She couldn't remember the last time she'd woken up so comfortably. And she had almost forgotten the reason why, until her lashes fluttered open, and the first sight that met her eyes was the angelic, sleeping face of a certain prince who had lulled her to sleep the night before with her mother's song.
Suddenly her eyes flew open wide, her face burning red-hot with realization. Had he... Had he slept in bed with her the entire night?!
Even though she was fully clothed in a modest nightgown, she still pulled the covers up to her chin as if she felt suddenly naked, then reached over and tentatively poked the soft skin on Reign's cheek.
