Literature
Morning Mi'Armadura
Perfection. Was I wrong to think it? I don't know
and at this point, I don't care.
Glints of the sun's starting dawn tricked through the closed shutters and across the picturesque chamber. The soft ambient glow of the sun's rays grooved along the crinkles of the used bed sheets, and along the slowly ebbing bulges of the two souls that rested beneath them. For the two, it had been the first time since a hectic wedding day since they had found a moment of peace. So, together with one another huddling into each other for warmth that only a love could provide, they snuggled warmly into the day's dawn.
Soft chirps and pattering wings becam