Vivien
The morning sun feels like a warm welcome.
I’ve missed it.
The days i’d spent locked up underground in Noxian’s cellar was maybe a little worse torture than the actual torture itself. I’ve always been a morning person. And going the days I did without it put a permanent dapper in my mood.
One that’s slowly lightening up with time.
“You should still be asleep.”
My eyes shift at the sound of Kieran’s voice, seeking him out. The left side of the bed is empty when I turn.
“It’s barely even past dawn.” My head snaps in the direction of the double doors leading to the adjoining balcony, and there he is, leaning against the threshold of the open doors, bare chested and barefoot.
Casual as he is, he still manages to look every bit like the ruler he is.
The heart breaker he’s about
