Voren woke up with Seraphine's arms wrapped tightly around him, her soft body pressed against his back, her warm breath ghosting across his skin.
Everything inside of him wanted to just remain in her arms, to soak in her warmth and forget the world outside. But there was a huge responsibility on his head, a weight that couldn't be ignored.
Everything in him wanted to wake Sera when he glanced at the bedside clock. 2:55am. The dim glow of the numbers mocked him with the earliness of the hour.
However, she was carrying his twins, his precious heirs, so he had to cut her some slack. With remorse settling heavy in his chest, he gently detangled himself from her, moving with painstaking slowness to avoid disturbing her slumber.
Her hand reached out instinctively, seeking him, and he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before slipping away.
