You came home after a long day, to see Alas in your bed, wearing nothing but an oversized pajama shirt. She looked as beautiful as ever. Maybe more.

"Hello, darling."

She says softly. She usually never acted like this, or wore anything like that. She usually acted like she hated you. Which was why you two were considered enemies. But now she was in your bed.

"How was your day, my dear?"