Elora opened her eyes slowly when she saw Raymond paying the coachman. She stepped down drowsily with a yawn. ''You're awake'' she heard Raymond speak. To which she replied with a simple nod. But they soon found an inn to rest as dusk had set over the city. The sun setting with its gentle hues of red and yellow. The sky seemed to look a little pink and red towards the edges. Ask the sky adorned itself in the cover of the night, Raymond sat on his bed, staring at the invisible air before him. His ears slightly red with self-consciousness as the water splashed in the bathroom. He had become even more self-aware since he realized his feelings, which only kept growing. Now he seemed to be shaken even by littlest of actions. And found everything about her to be endearing.
He had also noticed little signs suggesting Elora liked him too, even if just a little bit. Or maybe it was all just his wishful thinking. His self-pondering was still in progress when his train of thought was abruptly interrupted. Elora stepped out before him with a white gown on that slung to her frame, giving both cover and, for Raymond, plenty of room for imagination. Her hair was still wet from the bath as she greeted Raymond. Soon after they were both in bed, busy with their own thoughts as the exhaustion from the journey took over them.
It was still a little dark outside as Raymond opened his eyes to a sleeping Elora in his arms. He was slightly flustered but was quick enough to become aware of his senses. She lay there before him like a beautiful flower, her rosy lips right before him. He felt her arms around him and his resting on her wrist. He felt maddened by the situation, her breath soft and steady. It was as if he was being led by the nose of a sweet fantasy, one where the happiest of men alive wake up in the morning with their lover in their arms. When they look at their beloved resting beside them, missing yesterday, they look forward to today and wait in anticipation for a lovely tomorrow. But dawn had arrived, and they still had a long way to go. He braced himself, gently releasing himself from her grip. He got up from the bed after one last look at her. He set about his chores.
Elora was woken up by the bright sun peeking through the curtains. Raymond had just returned as she sat up. To him, she looked like a lazy cat yawning and stretching herself in the feline's way, Elora thought it very good to wake up and be graced with Raymond's face. She found the view before her quite pleasing to the eyes. It was like a painting. Wide windows with white flowering curtains to the side, Raymond right beside the ancient looking oak door. He was dressed in coffee brown pants in a slightly loose shirt. His sword gleaned through its sheath right beneath the opposite side of the door. One could get an idea of his well-toned body through the light and relaxed clothes. She also noticed the glow of his emerald eyes and the softness of his tousled golden hair. Taking her eyes away from the sight, she got up to get ready.