3 years later........
London, England.
I yawned and stretched and as usual, a hand is wrapped around my waist. I smiled genuinely, turning towards the crazy King I have as mine.
His features are set and calm and his breathing is even but Ancora tells me that he's awake.
"Let me go Val" I giggled, tracing my finger on his lips.
A smile stretched out across his lips before he bit my finger playfully, a squeak of surprise emanating from my mouth.
"Just one more minute" he groaned.
"The dream was getting so good" he pouted, his eyes still shut.
"I swear you're turning into a kitten. You always want to snuggle into me" I laughed.
Dakota let out a small growl as he doesn't like cats and would rather not be called one, however his eyes were still shut.
I willed for my flame a little bit
