Early morning sunlight filtered in through the window, the breeze drifting the curtain in a gentle, soothing motion.
Elora shifted in her sleep, showing no signs of opening her eyes. Kyros sat in the chair beside the table, watching her with unblinking eyes.
"Hh... As much as I like the taste of your soul, it doesn't make you any less annoying," Elora muttered, her voice thick with sleep, but her eyes stayed closed.
"It's already daybreak, we've lost a lot of things to discuss, and you still have to hold me hostage and let the church know of your action," Kyros said in a matter-of-fact tone, as if he couldn't wait to be held against his will.
"Get out of my room! I need some sleep.'' Elora waved the door open, her head buried in her pillow, showing she wasn't going to continue their discussion.
He gazed at her, then at the open door, and let out a gentle sigh before standing up and walking out of the room with soft footsteps, flowers blooming on the ground.
