Song: Out Of Love by Alessia Cara
Words: 2658
Published: June 29th, 2020
Third Person POV
TRIGGER WARNING
You already shouldn't be reading this story if anything I mentioned at the bottom of the blurb triggers you, but I will say it again here, as this is where it really starts. If you are sensitive to mature themes such as gore, abuse, suicide, and rape, THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR YOU. STOP READING, OR READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. Thank you.
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6:05 A.M.
Rayna wakes up to the sound of the bathroom door shutting. She groggily gets up, yawning and rubbing her eyes. She figures Harley is in the bathroom, since she's alone in the bed. She stands up and walks over to the bay window. She pulls the curtains aside, squinting as the sun hits her face.
Their window faces west, so they get the sunrise. They'd have to go to the front of the castle to see the sunset.
After a few moments, the bathroom door opens.
"Oh. You're awake," Harley says in slight surprise, seeing Rayna in the bay window.
"Yeah."
"Did I wake you up?" he asks, walking over.
"I guess," she answers, keeping her eyes out the window. "Do you always wake up this early?"
He nods, sitting down next to her. "Yeah. I'm sorry for waking you up."
She shakes her head, looking up at him. She opens her mouth to speak, but she quickly shuts it when she sees him. Her cheeks turn pink, and her eyes widen. He was dressed in a hooded sports tank and a pair of black athletic men's shorts. His muscled arms were on display, and the sleeves were cut to halfway down his torso, revealing some of his chest as well.
"I- It's okay," she stutters, turning back to the window.
"I was gonna go train. You wanna come and watch?"
She blushes harder. Watch him train?
"N- No thanks. I- I think I'll st- st- stay here and draw th- the sunrise," she stutters, flustered. He smirks, knowing what he did, and chuckles.
"Suit yourself." He stands up and kisses her forehead. "I'll be back by eight, and we can eat breakfast together."
"O- Okay."
Harley walks out of the room, and Rayna grabs her new tablet. She should thank Harley again for it. She loves it, and it's perfect for her drawing. She grabs the chair from his desk in the bedroom and places it at the foot of the bed with a perfect view out of the window. She gets to work.
Harley heads outside to the training grounds. The others there pause and bow to him. Looking around, he admires everyone's skill and the diversity there. There are large males and smaller females. Smaller males and large females. Here, you are not valued for mere size or strength. It is skill, and how you can use what you have to your advantage. He walks to his own private space and gets to work.
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Rayna is experimenting with colors on the tablet when Harley walks back in.
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