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It was a misty fog that lay on the kingdom, the air smelled of fresh clovers blooming. Many secrets wander the kingdom's shadows, especially amongst nobility. 

Why so? Many have asked, but when your life is planned and set in stone, you'd be bound to have stories that are as subtle as the morning mist.

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It was a cold morning, a shivery breeze set down my spine, but there was a warmth lying peacefully next to me in bliss. I turned my position to coddle closer and savor every second of heat. The crimson hair stood out in the pale blue morning. Arms wrapped me in a fulfilling sensation of warmth. I picked a few strands and twiddled them in between my middle and index fingers.

Silky and smooth even at dawn.

Still asleep...

Mornings like this were to die for, there was not a sound but the gentle breeze hitting against the glass windows; patting them. It was too early to hear the lively atmosphere even the sun was still at a sleepy haze.

Feugoleon would be mad if he found me awake this early, 4:46 was an abnormal wake up time. He knew my sleep schedlules tend to be rather unpredictable...Regardless of how hard I try to control it. 

Mimicing the weight and physic of my slumber self I tried to go back to sleep...

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" Nozel... " He groaned softly caressing my back with a few fingures.

" Hmmm.." I replied, my eyes felt foggy and thorat was dry so my voice was cracked.

He gave a soft chuckle, I looked at his amusement in a mix of concern and embarassment.

" What's the time. " I asked after clearing my voice.

" 6:38 " He replied with a swift look to the clock.

" It's cold...Can we stay like this a little longer? " I asked softly, perhaps even a small plead in my voice.

I felt his warm mana wrap around me in a cozy bundle. It was perfectly warm... like himself.

Cluching my arms closer, I felt my eyes slip from there open hold. It was too comfortable not to sleep.

" A few more minutes won't hurt too bad..." He said as he coddled me with a needy feeling.  

" I can't let you go cold after all~ " He whispered softly

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