Islinda woke up to glowing blue eyes in the dark and let out a startled gasp until she recognized the familiar outline.
"Seriously, Aldric," She groaned out loud, falling right back on her bed and wiping her palm down her face.
Islinda attempted to catch her breath, her heart pounding relentlessly in her chest. These Faeries were going to be the death of her. She would surely die from a heart attack, Islinda was sure of it.
Satisfied with nearly scaring the life out of her, Aldric finally turned on the light and she was able to make out his features. Of course, the dark prince was his usual cheerful self and it crossed her mind that she had never seen him sad aside from the occasional times she saw the pained grief in his eyes but he blinked it away before she could dwell on it.
