Ophelia woke up with a smile on her face as she felt a familiar hand snake around her waist. She nestled closer to the warmth behind her, feeling the steady rhythm of Leonard's breathing.
They were in their chamber in Ophelia's manor, the morning light filtering through the heavy curtains and casting a soft glow over the room.
It had been seven years since that fateful ritual in the ruins. It had been seven years since she had freed the tormented spirits and found a new purpose in her life.
Leonard's voice was a low, comforting murmur in her ear. "Good morning, my love," he whispered, his hand gently caressing her side.
Ophelia turned to face him, her smile widening as she looked into his eyes. "Good morning," she replied softly, her heart swelling with love and contentment.
