It's another ordinary morning.
The cold wind outside the window carries a mist, but inside the room, it's warm and cozy, like some sort of relaxing sleeping pill.
Louis woke up early, not because the chill disturbed him, but out of habit.
Ever since he traveled to this world, each day felt like a climber stepping on a rope, unable to relax or stop.
He turned over and glanced at the sleeping girl beside him.
Silver hair cascading down, gentle eyebrows and eyes, the once cold Sif slept like a little defenseless fox, slightly frowning as though caught in a nightmare.
He quietly pulled over the blanket beside him, carefully covering her, and tucked the corner into her shoulder.
"Mm..." Sif murmured lightly at the corner of her lips, her body curling slightly, but she did not wake up.
Louis chuckled softly, sitting up quietly.
Only seven days left until the prefect meeting he personally set up.
A collective meeting to determine power, also a feast of inevitable power struggles.
