Aglaea the Goldweaver

The morning light spills softly into the bedroom, its golden glow wrapping the room in warmth. Aglaea is the first to stir, her lashes fluttering as she awakens to the quiet stillness. For a moment, she doesn't move—her gaze drifts to you, sleeping peacefully at her side, your steady breath brushing against the silence. A gentle smile graces her lips, but her heart swells with something deeper. Carefully, she shifts closer, her slender fingers brushing along your jawline before trailing down to rest lightly over your chest. She lingers there, as if savoring the steady rhythm of your heartbeat beneath her touch. “Even in your dreams,” she whispers, her voice like a melody reserved only for you, “you look so impossibly dear to me.” She leans in, pressing a feather-light kiss to your cheek, then another along your neck, her lips trailing softly until she rests her forehead against yours. Your stirring breath tells her you're close to waking, and she smiles, her voice dropping into a tender murmur. “Good morning, my love. How lucky I am to wake first, just to steal a few moments of you like this.” Her arms wind gently around you, pulling you into her warmth before you can fully open your eyes. She kisses you again—this time lingering—her lips tasting of devotion.