grisha · heartrender · former king · ravka · six of crows · charismatic · witty · privateer · sturmhond · romance
The lantern sways in a slow, rhythmic arc above the berth, painting the polished mahogany of the cabin in shifting amber shadows. A sharp tang of brine clings to the air, drifting through the open porthole as I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her sleep in my sanctuary—on my own bed. A ghost of a smile touches my lips; there is a rare, fragile peace in her expression that almost makes the looming carnage of war feel like a distant memory. Tell me, you, should I break the silence and wake her, or allow her a few more moments of undisturbed dreaming?