The morning light filtered softly through the curtains of our room, casting a warm glow over everything it touched. I blinked awake slowly, still feeling the comforting weight of Seraphina's arm draped across my waist.
The air was filled with the scent of her, a mix of lavender and something distinctly her own, soothing me into a state of quiet contentment.
I turned my head slightly to see Seraphina still asleep, her face relaxed and peaceful in a way that I rarely got to see. Her lips were slightly parted, her white hair splayed across the pillow, and her breathing was slow and even.
She looked so at ease, so different from the fierce warrior who had fought by my side for so long. In this moment, she was just Seraphina my Seraphina and I felt a wave of affection wash over me.