Chapter 47

Sanaya’s P.O.V I woke up from my slumber when a ray of sun fell on my eyes. I opened my eyes to find the entire room illuminated with the sun’s rays as Lancelin seemed to have opened the curtains to the windows at the head of his bed. I could hear Lance’s soft breathing from behind me and the heaviness of his arm on my waist was a welcome weight telling me that he was alright. I took a second to look around the room as I snuggled deeper into the covers. The theme might be a dark one but it didn’t appear gloomy. There was a kind of comfort in the darkness. And in the morning light, I could see a pop of colour here and there that I hadn’t noticed before. Like the red roses on a jar on top of a side table or the small painting hanging from the wall of him and Acelin. This was home with not just a roof over his head or a bed to sleep in, but a heart and warmth. “Good morning, beautiful.” Lancelin spoke sleepily, tightening his hold on my waist as he pressed up against my form snuggly. “Goo