In the wee hours of the day, two young men outside Morville castle held each other very closely. If one didn't look closely, they would assume they were best friends who had been locked outside because of their mischief. The one with brown hair wrapped the other in his arms, with his leg resting on his body, while the younger one, whose blindfold was slowly slipping from his eyes, snuggled in closer for the refreshing cuddle.
"Iva... let's go," Rune mumbled in his sleep.
Ryver shook his head with his eyes still closed. "No... don't take my woman from me," he said, still pulling Rune closer.
Meanwhile, Iva, who had just stepped out from bed, grabbed a bowl of water from the kitchen as she stepped outside to wash her face.
"I feel old," Iva muttered, moving her body side to side to stretch and get rid of the morning tiredness after sleep.
