{Melistair}
Sunlight peeked through the curtains.
Melistair stirred, his eyes fluttering open. Margaret was in his arms, still asleep.
He leaned over, planting a tender kiss on her cheek.
Margaret mumbled something incoherent, a small smile gracing her lips as she nestled deeper into the pillows.
Melistair chuckled, carefully extracting himself from the bed so as not to disturb her further.
He stretched, his muscles flexing as he shook off the remnants of sleep.
[Time to start the day,] he thought, getting ready and later making his way to the kitchen.
The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted him as he entered. Javir was already there, leaning against the counter with a steaming mug in her hands.
Melistair and Javir had developed a certain camaraderie over the last 8 years.
Probably, at least in part because they were both Margaret's lovers, so yeah.
