His skin seemed to glow in the face of the bright sun which peaked through the curtains — his body elegantly sprawled out on the large king sized bed you two slept on. Those who saw Monsieur Neuvillette in his natural habitat, being the court or his office, would never have imagined him as the type to sleep in such a careless and… well, shirtless manner.

“Bon Matin, mon amour,” he whispered softly, facing you with a subtle red tint on his cheeks, his hair sprawled out on the pillow.