SOLANA
I awoke very early the next morning to the sound of the rustling of clothes from the closet. A smile tugged at my lips as I stretched fully. Roman must be feeling better already, seeing as he was moving about. Carefully, I eased out of bed, only to halt at the thought that something about him might've changed because of the spell. I clenched my fists, preparing myself for whatever it was. But then he stepped out, looking glamorous in tailored beige pants, a navy blue turtleneck, and a coat. He smiled when he saw me.
"Morning, flower," he breathed, and I hurried over to him, embracing him.
"Morning, Dearest. How are you feeling this morning?" I asked, and he pressed a kiss to my head.
"I'm alright. To be honest, I'd been worried. But nothing feels off," he replied, and I beamed a
