The morning breeze blew through the leaves of the trees near the open window, sending an audible rustle into the room.
It was a spacious bedroom, but also free of any unnecessary furniture apart from a few small tables and some shelves, and of course a big bed in the middle covered with clean white sheets.
And on the bed lay Caius, his eyes peacefully closed, only his chest rising and falling at a steady pace, while his tousled, medium-length hair was scattered across the luxurious pillow like shiny black threads.
His relaxed face was like a sculpture a great sculptor had spent his whole life on... even though he'd always been handsome, his clear face seemed to have gained even more.
His fair skin was clean and free of wounds, not like someone who'd been dipped in molten sand a few hours ago... and what's more, he hadn't received any treatment, he'd simply healed on his own before they got here.
