The morning light filtered through the velvet curtains, tinging the room with shades of gold and purple. The silence was thick, broken only by the soft, rhythmic breathing of the Witch Queen, asleep amidst the disheveled sheets. Her countenance was serene, almost innocent, in contrast to the immense power that pulsed beneath her enchanted skin.
Kael opened his eyes slowly, as if returning from a dream - or from a lifetime intertwined in a few short hours. The air still smelled of the night before... Herbs, natural oils and... sex. Or rather, the fluids of both.
Carefully, he disentangled himself from her arms and stood up. His feet touched the cold floor strangely - it wasn't just his body that felt different, it was the way the world reacted to him.
He walked over to the bedroom mirror: an enchanted crystal relic framed by carvings that looked like serpents and constellations dancing in white gold.
He stopped in front of the reflection.
