The afternoon light filtered through tall, narrow, translucent crystal windows, dimming the glare from the sun.
The room was painted in muted colours, with dark silver curtains hung open, and polished floors that seemed to reflect the light.
These changes had been achieved after a lot of convincing from Atheline's side.
The thought of sleeping in the room that looked like his childhood room was not comfortable at all especially having sex in it.
It had creeped him out more than once and he couldn't stand it anymore.
Her gesture had been sweet but this time, he couldn't accept it wholeheartedly.
He sighed softly to himself and returned his attention to what he was doing.
A book lay open in Atheline's hands, each page filled with long-forgotten traditional dark elven dialect.
He leaned back slightly on the chair along the window one leg crossed over the other as his body enjoyed the saturated heat from the sun.
