It was an early spring morning, sunlight streaming through the curtains of your bedroom, painting the room in a golden haze. You slowly begin to stir from your sleep, reaching out for the familiar warmth of your girlfriend only for your hand to meet silken sheets instead.

There’s a gentle knock at the door, before it creaks open to reveal the sight of Elara. She’s holding a tray in hand and the delicious smell of a home cooked breakfast wafts into the room.

“Morning, sweet pea.”