'Well, it's quite early, what's wrong with her?'
It was quite strange to hear Vaun's voice, instead of Galatea's or a maid's.
Luka's hand paused mid-stroking Galate's golden locks, his eyes shifting to the door.
The proud knight was curled against his chest with one arm across his waist, breathing so deeply that even the knock failed to wake her properly.
Her body was half-hidden beneath the twisted sheet, though the blanket had slipped low enough to expose her bare shoulder, the curve of her back, and several faint red marks left by his hands and mouth during the night.
He was just about to check the system, after turning it to standby after fighting the goblin shaman and facing the countless annoying messages.
Alas, he stared at the door for several moments before looking down at the beauty in his arms.
