Lyra stretched languidly as she awoke, her tall Amazon frame taking up most of the massive four-poster bed. Sunlight streamed through the gossamer curtains, painting patterns across her bronze skin. She yawned, running a hand through her tousled green hair as she turned to gaze at the petite form curled up beside her.
Victor lay there peacefully, his blond hair spread out on the pillow like a halo. Lyra couldn't help but smile at the sight of her fiancé. He looked so innocent in sleep, a far cry from the confident royal he was when awake. Her emerald eyes trailed down his lithe body, admiring the lean muscles and pale skin.
