As the first rays of sunlight streamed into the room, Alfraed gradually opened his left eye, greeted by the captivating sight of Mikaela's peaceful face bathed in the soft glow of dawn. Her cerulean hair fanned out across the pillow like a cascade of silk, and her lips were slightly parted as she breathed softly, still lost in sleep. For a moment, Alfraed simply watched her, marveling at the way the light caught the subtle curve of her cheek, the way her lashes rested like delicate feathers against her skin.
Suddenly, Mikaela's eyes fluttered open, catching him by surprise. Her playful smile emerged, warm and inviting. "Good morning," she whispered, her voice as soft as the dawn itself.
Alfraed smiled, his heart swelling at the sight of her. "Good morning," he murmured back. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering against her cheek. "You're beautiful."
