The first rays of dawn slipped through the tall windows, spilling across the bedroom in golden shafts. The soft curtains swayed gently in the morning breeze, carrying with it the fragrance of the orchards that surrounded the estate. The air was cool, the silence broken only by the faint rustle of leaves and the chirping of distant birds.
Orpheus stirred first, though he didn't open his eyes immediately. He was content to remain still, the warmth of the blanket and the quiet presence beside him too precious to leave behind so quickly. Luna had curled against him in her sleep, her silver-golden hair spread across the pillow like a silken halo. The soft rhythm of her breathing brought him a peace he hadn't realized he craved.
When her lashes fluttered and her golden eyes opened, she found him watching her with a faint smile.
"Morning," she whispered, her voice husky with sleep.
"Morning," Orpheus replied softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her cheek.
