Ariana’s POV
My eyes peeled open, and I groaned, meeting direct sunlight. I instantly closed them back.
Someone was stroking my hair so tenderly and it reminded me of the times my mom used to play with my hair when I was younger. Maybe if I went closer the sun wouldn’t be this bright. So I did, leaning in closer.
“Too bright.” I complained, my voice childish, in need of care.
Suddenly I couldn’t feel the sun rays on my eyes anymore and I smiled, leaning even closer.
“Thank you,” I smiled, “How did you do that so quickly?”
“I control everything that surrounds you.”
Ah, that voice. I remembered it all too well. His hand fell to my cheek, cupping them. Dazed and not fully present, I reacted, leaning my face in his hand.
“Open your eyes, princess, let me see the sun I’ve concealed in your eyes.”
