After Selene had stormed out earlier that morning, Lucas hadn't bothered with much else. His body still felt heavy, worn from all the cultivation and the recent emotional friction. He let himself fall back into bed, and within minutes, sleep took him again, deep, undisturbed, and dreamless.
Hours passed quietly.
Later in the day, soft footsteps approached his door.
Lira peeked into the room and found him still fast asleep, lying peacefully, his face half-buried in the pillow. The light from the afternoon sun slipped through the drapes, casting golden stripes over his bare back and tousled hair. She smiled faintly.
She didn't dare wake him. Instead, she got to work silently, sweeping the room, folding his discarded tunic, and carefully rearranging a few scrolls and cultivation materials he'd left on the table. The place needed a woman's touch, and she was happy to provide it.
