The morning sun, weak and watery, filtered through the thin curtains of the inn room, casting long, dusty beams of light across the floor. Adrien was still asleep, his breathing deep and even, his face relaxed in a way she rarely saw when he was awake. He looked younger, less burdened by the weight of his princely duties. She resisted the urge to brush the stray strands of purple hair from his forehead, not wanting to wake him. He needed the rest. They both did.
Merwyn, of course, needed no rest. He was perched on the windowsill again, a slender, elegant figure against the grey morning sky, watching the city wake up with an air of detached curiosity.
It was only a little surprising to see him awake instead of cuddled into her side asleep, especially after Adrien fell asleep near to her. He could get weirdly territorial at the same time as being very permissive.
Not that she considered it any of his business regardless.
Or that there was anything between her and Adrien.
