The morning sun shone through the gap in the curtains, casting a warm, golden light across the room. Lucan slowly opened his eyes, taking in the familiar ceiling he had grown so used to.
"Yawn… Is it already morning?"
Lucan stretched his arms toward the ceiling as he woke up in his bed. There was a strange sense of calm in his body, an unusual feeling of restfulness that made him feel completely refreshed. The fatigue that had clung to him for months seemed to have vanished overnight, leaving him invigorated.
Of course, the bed was occupied only by Lucan. As he recalled the events of the previous night, he remembered the arguing with Maris about not sleeping together. In the end, Maris had agreed to sleep in her own room.
It was unfortunate, but… her power is too much for me. It will take some days to adjust it.
