The early morning sun shone in on the two entwined figures on the bed. Elora's silver hair was spread out on the bed, her crown placed at the edge of the bed.
Thorn laid on top of her, his gold hair cascading on her body, and her hands held him by the waist.
Thorn stirred and tried to turn, but a firm grip made his eyes snap open. He stiffened at the unfamiliar hands around him, but his cold gaze softened as he spotted the silver hair.
Memories of last night flashed through his mind.
A victorious smirk curled on his lips; now, he would only wait for her response. He nestled deeper into her embrace, greedily inhaling her flora scent as he buried his face against her chest.
Elora frowned, feeling a weight on her. She wanted to swipe it off, but the woody familiar scent woke her brain up.
She glanced down as Thorn stirred, his eyes widening when they met hers.
