The Night Before The Storm

Lyan stood quietly amidst the slumbering figures of his companions. The soft glow of moonlight spilled through the curtains, illuminating the serene scene. The grand room was filled with a sense of intimacy and quiet contentment, despite the chaotic array of bodies scattered across the plush carpets and comfortable couches. He took a deep breath, letting the sense of peace wash over him for just a moment before he started his task.

Each of his companions lay in various states of rest, exhaustion finally catching up after a long, passionate night. Xena, her usually mischievous expression softened in sleep, was curled up on a rug by the fireplace, her breathing steady. Beside her, Alina and Belle were sprawled across one of the oversized sofas, their limbs tangled in a comfortable mess. Josephine, Raine, and Ravia were gathered near the large bed, their heads resting on pillows, with Clarisse stretched out next to them, her arm thrown lazily across Raine's back.