The night drew quiet, too quiet. Abrielle didn't know when she fell asleep in his arms, in his comfort.
Cedric sighed, watching her sleep; he placed her gently in the bed and then tucked her in. She was gorgeous when she slept. He asked himself what in the world made him ever think of hating her.
He tucked her into bed, making sure she was comfortable before he lay by her side, watching her sleep. It was the only thing that kept him sane in this chaos
Cedric knew the storm was coming but not this soon. "I am sorry because the hell is just beginning." His hands wove through her soft ginger hair, her regular breath echoing in the room.
*****
The night was eerie quiet in Darconia; it felt like danger lurked at every corner.
Torches flickered, and unhurried footsteps echoed in what looked like an old temple, which was too desolate and quiet.
