Rose was the first one to wake up, and she was just in time to catch the last ray of sun disappearing from the sides of the curtains.
She sighed, "Another day gone," She whispered.
"Hm?" She felt something tighten around her.
She looked down and recalled that she had slept with her master last night, but she didn't recall placing her head on his chest which had now become warm and cozy due to her body heat.
His arm was secured around her waist all night as if he feared she'd leave him at some point.
Rose raised her eyes to his face; he was still sleeping, his face just as peaceful and serene as the day she had found him in the tomb grave.
His beauty radiated more in his peaceful mode; this time, he wasn't making scary faces, no unreadable expressions, no deadly or cold eyes, and no evil glint on his perfectly crafted face and eyes.
Just like in the tomb grave, she was drawn to his spotless beauty; he was charming beyond measure, the most beautiful man alive... dead.
