It was still early morning and cold when he returned home from the world tree, with more questions than answers.
The moment he got back home, he lay down on his already made bed, enjoying the quiet morning that he finally came to appreciate.
There were no mountains of paperwork waiting for him, only the sound of birds singing outside his childhood bedroom.
He looked towards the window. Sunlight filtered through the large crystal windows, reflecting off the snow that blanketed the estate outside.
Everything looked brighter than it had in the Dark Elven Kingdom. The light carried a warm golden tint instead of the pale silver glow he had grown accustomed to.
He lay still for another minute.
The white fox had somehow moved from the place he had placed it beside him and was now sleeping directly on top of his chest.
"..."
The tiny beast yawned without opening its eyes before curling into an even tighter ball. He couldn't help but smile.
"So you're using me as a bed now."
