Night had fallen, and the soft glow of the full moon poured in through the wide window.
Its silver light bathed the room, illuminating the gentle sway of the silk curtains as the cool night breeze brushed against them.
The atmosphere was peaceful, a perfect scene to ease the mind after the storm of all that was revealed earlier that day.
Alister lay sprawled on the bed, his golden eyes soft as he idly toyed with the edge of the pillow.
The cool fabric brushed against his fingertips, grounding him in the present moment.
Beside him, Cinder sat, her silver hair glinting faintly in the moonlight. Her head rested against the bed's edge, her breathing slow as she slept peacefully. There was this surprisingly calm and serene look on her face, and Alister found himself unable to look away.
He smiled faintly as he observed her. "I never knew she looked so peaceful when she slept," he murmured.
