It was the quiet shuffling of papers that arose me from slumber. I turn in my silky sheets towards the desk I remember in the corner before opening my eyes. I am greeted by a smile as Aias turns to face me and the bed. He wore a loose-fitted tunic of light blue, that was untucked, with brown pants and soft-looking brown leather slippers. His hair is down, so different from the tight braids pinned to the crown he had from the night before. The copper-red curls fell free, over his shoulders almost to his navel. They frame his face, casting a copper hue across his face and eyes.
“Good morning, Sweet One,” Aias says sweetly moving to the bed, perching on the edge. I sit up abruptly waving my hand out towards the curtains, opening them with a spell, revealing the sun just peeking over the horizon outside the windows.
“What? How long have I been asleep?” I question franticly staring at Aias with wide eyes.
“It has been three days, Sweet One,” Aias says slightly in awe at the wordless mag
