Mornings with Charles were sweet and slow, especially in the summer, where the air was comfortable and warm upon waking.

Your eyes fluttered open to find a lazy Charles already waiting for you, laying on his stomach as he admired your features in the rays of morning sun.

Amber hit your eyelashes, and you reflexively brought a hand up to shield your gaze, but Charles softly pushed it away, and set his own hand to shield you from the sun.

"Sleep well?" He hummed.