Again & Again

The moonlight filtered through the thin curtains of the lodge's small window, casting a faint glow across the room. The stillness of the night was interrupted only by the soft sound of Roseanne's steady breathing and the occasional creak of the wooden floorboards as the lodge settled.

Davian lay on his back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Sleep eluded him, as it often did, but tonight, his restlessness had a different source. He turned his head slightly, his sharp eyes adjusting to the dim light. Just below him, on the floor, Roseanne was curled up under the sheet she had so stubbornly laid out earlier.

He sighed quietly to himself, running a hand through his dark hair. "Really, Roseanne?" he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible. This wasn't the first time she'd insisted on taking the floor instead of sharing a proper sleeping space. The last time had been in the kingdom, and it frustrated him then just as much as it did now.