The pit pat of rain on your windows soothed you and your husband as you laid together in bed, moonlight peeking through the glass of the windows of the castle.

Despite your husband's vampirism, he always made the effort to be with you as you slept, cuddling your form as you dreamed in bliss, himself often drifting into a light slumber.

This night was no different. He held you in his arms, you laying on top of him with your head on his chest, breathing deeply, calmly and sleeping soundly.

He gently rubbed at your back soothing, luring you deeper and deeper into sleep as you laid blissfully in his arms, comforted by his cold skin and the sound of rain.