The chirping sounds of birds, followed by the irritating feeling of the sun's rays on Abrielle's eyes, woke her up from her dreamland. She was a bit exhausted after waking; she didn't think she had slept that deep for a long time. Unknown to her, it was the effect of the magic Cedric put over her.
Abrielle was unaware of the fact the villain of her story could do magic because she wrote him as a vigilant warrior. There are so many unknowns about this world that she is completely unaware of.
A sound akin to a purr left her lips as her butterfly-like lashes fluttered open. It took her a while to realize she was in a completely strange room as her brain seemed to be slow this morning. The last thing she remembered was the fact she was resting on Cedric's thighs, and that devil was being abnormally nice.
