Light fades as nicht washes over the Shik-Castellis. Within the dark chamber, elation transits into exhaustion. Two bodies share the same cloth. Beneath the Shak-Leid's robes, Kiora falls asleep. Her cheeks are stained red from sensual delight.
Santanna moves a strand of hair from her face. His golden eyes shine with disappointment at the end of their symphony.
"Oh well," he sighs. Santanna kisses her brow. "Let's get you to your room, shall we?"
The old Daemik rises. He adorns his robe and lifts the body of his adoration. 'Easy now.' Santanna demands himself. Without stirring awake, Kiora rests her head on his shoulder. Santanna carefully treads down the staircase. As he reaches the hallway, the Daemik notices her skin prickling. Kiora's bare body is vulnerable to the castle's cold h
