Third Point of View
The night had spread its dark veil upon the castle.
On the higher floor in the biggest bedroom, a couple surrendered into Morpheus' arms. The young woman was sleeping soundly and peacefully tangled in her mates' arms.
He on the other side was having a difficult time enjoying his rest, because of the dreams, that were haunting him. He tossed and turned restless. His mate changed sides seeking her rest.
Moments later the man sit up from his laying position and breathed heavily. He looked beside him, his mate sleeping saliently, he pulled the covers over her and stood up from the bed.
Wearing only black bottoms, he walked towards the balcony, opened the doors, and took a step out. Looking at the sky with anger he put his hands on the marble ledge. His jaw crunching.
