Third-Person Narrative.
Nala scrunched up her nose as the sun cast its blaring rays on her face. Slowly, she peeled her eyes open, receiving a higher glare from the beaming light.
"Good morning, my love," Tyron's voice reached her ears. At least, it sounded like Tyron's. "Get freshened up and meet me downstairs, would you?" The voice came again.
"Nala. Nala..."
Having spent a few moments gathering her bearings, she met the primness of his caring green eyes as he gazed at her from across the room.
His brown hair was tied up in a small knot at the center of his head, making the firm frame of his face more obvious.
Managing a weak smile, Nala pushed her weight up from beneath the covers, the back of her hand rubbing off the sleep marks on her face.
"Good morning," she said with a fai
