Junior's eyelids fluttered open, the soft glow of candlelight filtering through the room. The familiar scent of lavender and sandalwood filled his senses, grounding him in the realization that he was back in his own chambers. His body felt heavier than usual, as if his limbs were still caught in the haze of exhaustion. Slowly, he turned his head to the left, his gaze landing on Helen.
She was sitting in a chair beside the bed, her hand clutching his tightly. Her head rested close to his body, her breathing steady and slow. Sleep had claimed her, but even in slumber, her face held a tenderness that made Junior's heart swell. Gods, she's beautiful, he thought, a small smile tugging at his lips. Her dark lashes fanned against her cheeks, and the faintest hint of a blush colored her skin. He couldn't resist reaching out, his fingers brushing lightly against her cheek.
