The gentle, artificial sunrise of the Iron Citadel slowly chased the darkness from the sprawling command penthouse, casting long, elegant rays of pale golden light through the towering violet ether-glass windows, and Yena stirred comfortably against the broad expanse of Kai's chest while the quiet hum of his Level 66 domain provided a perfect, uninterrupted blanket of absolute security.
"If you tell me that Kaelen is already yelling at the Vanguard initiates down in the lower courtyards, I am going to politely ask the System to mute the entire training sector," Yena murmured lazily, her voice still incredibly husky from sleep as she traced a slow, looping pattern across the flawless, glowing azure lines that decorated his collarbone.
