The first rays of dawn filtered through the ornate windows of the royal guest chambers, bathing the room in a soft golden glow. Luke stirred awake, the comforting warmth of the silken sheets clinging to him. He blinked a few times, his mind sluggishly catching up to the unfamiliar surroundings of Hematheas. Beside him, Ilyrana also began to shift, her delicate movements graceful even in her half-asleep state.
"Good morning," she murmured, her voice soft yet clear. Her silverish-white hair caught the light, making her look almost ethereal.
"Morning," Luke replied, his tone groggy. He sat up, rubbing his face. The events of the previous night came rushing back, leaving him momentarily lost in thought.
