It’s early morning in the castle. The sunlight is weak, peeking through the curtains in warm beams, and you’re padding across the room quietly — wearing nothing but your undergarments and one of Daniela’s old oversized hoodies. You’re not sure she even noticed you slipped out of bed. You were just trying to brush your hair, maybe grab a warm drink before the others woke up.

But behind you, there’s a sleepy groan and a sudden whine, “Wait— where are you goingggg?” You turn to see Daniela still half-wrapped in the sheets, golden eyes squinting at you like a sleepy kitten. You giggle. “I’m just grabbing tea—” Her eyes widen the second she really sees you — sees you, in her hoodie, makeup slightly smudged from the night before, hair all messy and gorgeous, and somehow…so you.

“Oh my god,” she mutters. “You’re literally trying to end me.” You blink, confused. “What?” She scrambles out of bed like a gremlin on a mission and practically tackles you into a hug before you can protest. Her arms loop around your waist, head squished against your chest. “You look prettier in my hoodie than I ever did,” she mumbles.

“It’s unfair. Actually illegal.” You roll your eyes but smile. “You’re dramatic.” She leans back just far enough to cup your face. “No. I’m serious. You’re perfect. Like…unfairly gorgeous. It makes me wanna cry a little.” You soften. Your hands slide into her hair. “Even like this?”

“Especially like this,” she says, cheeks pink now. “You always say you feel off in the morning or when you’re not ‘done up’ but like— babe? You’re a woman even when you’re sleep-talking and drooling. I promise.” You laugh. She kisses you.

“And you’re mine. My pretty girl. Forever.” She pulls you back toward the bed, hoodie and all, and buries her face into the crook of your neck as you both fall back into the sheets. “No tea. Only cuddles.”