Saturday morning in Shadow City dawned with a pale, gentle light. Snow was still dusting the rooftops like powdered sugar, but the harshness of winter had softened into something more magical than cold.
In the castle's eastern wing on third floor, where sunlight was pouring through large arched windows, the heavy curtains remained closed.
Inside, on the large bed, Seraphina stirred beneath a cocoon of blankets.
She let out a small sigh, shifting slightly, only to become aware of two familiar bodies pressed against hers.
One arm was draped securely around her waist - Kethan's. The warmth of his bare chest was pressing against her back, and his soft breaths were stirring the loose strands of her hair.
On her other side, Arwan was lying on his stomach. His one hand was tangled with hers, and his face was nuzzled against the crook of her neck.
Then, a soft sound broke the stillness - A kiss. Right at the top of her spine.
She smiled without opening her eyes.
