The next morning, sunlight filtered softly through the sheer curtains of El-Kharis's chamber. Esteria stirred slowly, the warmth of the blankets and the gentle glow of the morning light coaxing her from sleep. Her eyes fluttered open, and she turned to her side, her breath catching as she found herself facing the god of thunder.
El-Kharis lay beside her, his powerful frame relaxed and his features softened in slumber. His long white hair was splayed across the pillow like a silken river, and his striking blue eyes, usually so intense, were closed in peaceful rest. For a moment, Esteria simply stared, captivated by the sight. The contours of his face were strikingly handsome, the high cheekbones and chiseled jawline illuminated by the gentle light.
