The evening sun set slowly casting its warm rays across the elven capital.
Celebrations had not ended and most of the delegates were still walking and visiting as they waited for the couple to leave their chamber.
Light spilled through the curtains in thin gold lines, stretching across the bed, climbing over tangled sheets, and settling on the couple on the bed.
Lilith was awake her gaze fixated on the man lying below her. She had been awake for far longer than she wanted to admit as she stared at him, unmoving.
This had become a habit she had developed from the day he slept in her bed. Staring at his peaceful face, admiring him without his notice.
It was also a way, for her to confirm he was still there beside her not a dream she had conjured up.
Her fingers pressed slightly against his bare chest, barely enough to wake him.
