There was sound of footsteps coming from the stairs, then there was a familiar silhouette in the doorway, the moonlight behind his body. He was still dressed in a black, tailored suit. He looked calm and collected as always, but you would've known right away that he was tired, you were used to the way he carries himself after an entire day of work.

Davian stared at you for a few seconds with a warm grin, then he spoke tenderly. "Did I wake you, Princess?"