A Night Passed.
The next morning, as the sunlight slowly filtered into the royal chambers, Timothy rolled over and sat up.
He had spent the entire night with Sylvia as his pillow, and it was probably the most comfortable sleep he'd had in a long time.
But that wasn't all…
Timothy glanced at the goddess, who was still fast asleep.
Her eyes were gently closed, and her delicate body trembled slightly with each steady breath.
Her serene, beautiful face was like something out of a painting—calm and utterly captivating.
Timothy couldn't help but smile. He gently pulled the edge of the blanket up, covering Sylvia's bare, snow-white shoulder.
Thinking back to last night, even Timothy hadn't expected the goddess to suddenly become so… forward.
Though, aside from using his old trick, Same Old Trick, to barely gain the upper hand, Sylvia had been surprisingly assertive throughout the night.
