Awakening while still in his arms, Ophelia smiled as she lifted her head to meet Nikolai's eyes, which were tenderly riveted on her. His crimson eyes gleamed and glittered like a tempest that had subsided after emitting lightning bolts. His eyes always appeared to have a mind of their own, which always struck her as unusual. They exposed how twisted and dangerous he was. "Good morning. "
Nikolai greeted her softly, "Good morning, darling," his lips forming a cunning grin. "Tonight is our wedding night—er, I mean wedding."
He corrected himself, and Ophelia chuckled at how agitated he appeared. "You're only contemplating that?"
"I am." With a gentle kiss on her forehead, Nikolai cooed.
Ophelia slid her eyes shut. "I want to eat." then opened them as she felt him release her.
"Take your bath, we'll share breakfast." Running his fingers through his already untidy hair, Nikolai mumbled.