The first rays of dawn began to filter through the curtains, casting a soft, golden light over the room as Ophelia stirred from her slumber.
With a gentle sigh, she blinked her eyes open, the remnants of sleep still clinging to her mind as she took in her surroundings.
As her gaze adjusted to the dim light, Ophelia's eyes wondered around the place she was in and remembered she was in her designated guest room.
As she swept her eyes around the chamber, her eyes caught sight of a black haired man sitting in a chair just beside her bed, his head slightly looking down with his arms crossed from each other, his eyes completely closed.
Ophelia stared at the man's peaceful sleeping expression.
As Ophelia continued to stare at Leonard's figure, her eyes traced the lines of his face, admiring the peaceful expression that graced his features even in sleep.
