^Charlotte
When consciousness gently pulled me from sleep, the very first thing I noticed was the soft patter of rain against the windows. The sky outside was dark with heavy storm clouds, but enough grey light filtered in to illuminate the room, making the lamps unnecessary.
The second thing I noticed was the scent. It was a potent, delicious blend of fresh rain, smoky oak, and unmistakably, King Arthur. A truly intoxicating combination.
As my eyes adjusted to my surroundings, I realized I was alone. His side of the bed was cold, making me wonder how long he had been gone. A sharp pang of disappointment hit me; I had really hoped to wake up right next to him.
I checked the clock by the bed. Only seven AM. How incredibly early had he left?
I quickly sat up, stretching my arms over my
