The next morning dawned with a soft light filtering through the heavy curtains of my room. I woke slowly, the memory of Aurelia's tender care from the previous night still fresh in my mind. The soreness in my muscles had eased significantly, replaced by a warm, pleasant ache. I turned to see Aurelia beside me, her face peaceful in sleep.
Gently, I brushed a strand of hair from her face. She stirred, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine. A sleepy smile spread across her lips.
"Good morning," she murmured, her voice husky with sleep.
"Good morning," I replied, leaning down to place a soft kiss on her forehead. "How did you sleep?"
"Like a log," she said, stretching languidly. "Thanks to you."
I chuckled softly, feeling a surge of affection for her. "Shall we get ready for breakfast?"
