Faking the Sleep
It was midnight when Rigel reached his bedchamber and found Lerna sleeping. The fire in the hearth spread a soft buttery glow in the room, imparting dancing shadows on the wall. His eyes landed on her and he couldn't help but be drawn to her like a moth to the flame.
Her hair was spread like ink over the pillow and her lips were slightly parted. Her arm rested over her forehead. She looked so innocent in her sleep that his heart squeezed.
Lerna had waited for him for the whole day and then the night, and when he didn't come, she decided that she was going to just ignore him. She was miserable at first. Then her misery turned in anticipation and, in the end, she was just… angry. She decided that she was going to create some boundaries between him and her.