That day was what Rowan wanted it to be, peaceful. Which was why he sent everyone away and instructed never to dsturb him even if the wrld was burning. The next day started with Aurora stretched lazily under the covers, wincing slightly, her body feeling rejuvenated like it was going through it's own personal glow up.

She groaned when she tried to sit up. “Don’t even think about moving,” Rowan’s voice drifted in from the doorway.

She turned her head slowly. He leaned against the frame, shirtless, coffee mug in one hand, smirk sitting proudly on his face. His bed hair was tousled from sleep. He was freshly showered, wearing...