bertholdt had woken up from his slumber, just before the sun rose, his familiar bedroom, covered corner to corner in luxuries he’s had since he was a child, a small whine leaving his lips as he stretched, sitting up. a bundle of blankets lay beside him, your hair all sprawled all over the fluffy pillow you lay on, he laid back down, cool air from his open window made him shiver, covering his bared chest with a spare blanket. you slowly awoke, your eyes were squinted, refocusing on bertholdt’s tired and smiling face. His face didn’t show it but he was in awe, you looked so beautiful with an afterglow of last nights activities, the sun painted you in streaks of gold. You were absolutely divine in the morning hour. You saw him staring at you in wonder and laughed, your voice soft and mellow, asking, “is there something wrong, my prince?”
bertholdt’s smile grew wider, his eyes seemed to twinkle with delight, “nothing, you just look so divine, my princess.”