The Queen's Inner-Conflict
Elowen stirred slowly, the warmth enveloping her making it impossible to resist the temptation of staying still just a little longer. She was cocooned in Mikhailis's arms, her head resting beneath his chin, his fingers gently stroking her hair. Her eyes remained closed as she feigned sleep, savoring this rare moment of comfort. She could feel his breathing, the slow rhythm of his chest rising and falling, and it lulled her into a sense of peace.
Mikhailis is up early again, as always, she mused, the thought bringing a small smile to her lips.
Usually, by this time, he would already be out of bed, either training or tinkering with his strange inventions, always too energetic for his own good. But today, here he was, still holding her. Perhaps he knew she was tired, and he was allowing her this extra moment of tranquility. Perhaps, today, he chose to pamper her.