Alora woke up late in the morning but didn't find Magnus next to her. She propped on her elbows to sit and wandered her eyes around. Touching her lips, she recalled the kiss between them from the previous night and smiled.
She put her feet on the floor and put on the slippers before standing up. The blindfold could not be seen anywhere around the room. "How am I supposed to call in someone?" Alora mumbled.
"You don't need to." Magnus entered with a silver glass in his hand. "Good morning, Love. You had a good sleep, I suppose," he said, smiling at her.
Alora nodded at him. "Usually it's tough to sleep at a newer place, but I got a nice sleep," she accepted and saw him drinking. "Is that wine, Your Highness? You should not drink wine in the morning," she asserted.
"It's blood, my beloved," Magnus answered.
