The glow of the mana crystals lining the stone walls hadn't changed, but Noel could feel it — morning had come.
Warmth pressed gently against his chest.
He blinked a few times, then looked down.
Elyra was curled on top of him, one arm wrapped around his torso, her leg draped over his. Her black hair, still loose from the night before, spilled over his shoulder and collarbone like silk. Her breathing was calm, steady. Asleep… or pretending.
"…Hey," he murmured softly, brushing a few strands of hair from her cheek.
Her eyes opened.
And with that familiar calm confidence, she gave him a sleepy smile and whispered:
"Good morning… my husband."
Noel blinked. "…Did we skip the wedding?"
Elyra chuckled, a low, amused sound against his chest. "It's coming soon."
He raised an eyebrow. "That's not how it usually works."
