C382 Death Without Connection

The early morning sun shone through the hand-embroidered curtains of large flowers and Tirian's pale pink draperies onto the double bed in the bedroom. A thin layer of silk was covered over the two sleeping people who were tightly nestled together.

A breeze blew by and lifted the curtain that fell to the ground, shaking the golden threads on it, causing the man on the bed to slowly open his eyes