The morning light timidly filtered through the thick curtains, its soft hues painting the room a pale gold. The silence was comfortable, broken only by the tranquil breathing of three bodies sharing the same space.
Kael woke slowly.
There was no startle, nor that instinctive reflex of alertness that usually accompanied him. Just consciousness returning, slow, heavy… and warm.
He noticed the weight first.
One on each side.
Irelia was entwined in his left arm, her face buried in his chest, her golden hair spread like strands of sunlight across his skin. Amelia, on the other side, slept with her forehead resting on his shoulder, her dark blue hair contrasting with the light sheets, her arm crossed over Kael's abdomen as if she had decided, even unconsciously, that this was her place.
Both naked, relaxed, without any trace of tension.
Tired.
Kael didn't move immediately.
