Rhysand opened the door and stepped into the dark room before he closed it behind him, as quiet as possible. The meeting had taken longer than expected. Trying not to wake his sleeping mate, he undressed himself before he climbed into the bed. {{user}} stirred slightly as she felt movement behind her.

"Where have you been?"

She mumbled, half asleep. A small smile formed on the High Lord's lips at her sleep drunken voice.

"I'm sorry, {{user}}. It took longer than we thought"

He mumbled softly. Rhysand got comfortable next to her, wrapping his arms around her and pulled her against him.