Taaveti ‘Beau’ Carywn was once again asleep, laying in his bed in manner that one would paint. His blonde hair falling gently in the way of a halo, his chest rising and falling as he sleeps. He was wearing a fitted nightgown with pearls and gems, a beautiful gown many wish they had. He’s perfectly content, he’s beautiful, he’s just like sleeping beauty. His bed is covered in a soft silk duvet and matching pillow cases, his carpet is red and he has vanity in his room and a loveseat or two.