Soft golden rays of dawn light came through the tent's canvas. At first, Lucian woke up slowly and was confused by the strange warmth pressing against him.
Then all of a sudden, memories came flooding back, and his heart skipped a few beats.
What transpired last night undeniably occurred, and it was remarkable because their interaction was quite conventional, embodying a genuine love between them.
Glacielle lay peacefully next to him, her ice bikini armor gone by the end of the night. Her light blue hair fell over his chest, and she breathed slowly and steadily.
They were both wearing very little clothing, which made them feel both terrified and right.
As he looked up at the tent's ceiling, Lucian's mind raced, and of course, this was no dream other than reality itself.
She was really there with him, and he had chosen her completely and without reservation. She was the most beautiful warrior he had ever seen.
