Nestled in the soft, warm embrace of his cotton duvet, Charles opened his eyes slowly. He paused for a moment as he didn't feel the familiar swaying of the ship. It took him a couple of seconds before it registered to him that he had returned ashore a few days ago.0

The smooth, delicate form in his arms was absent. It seemed like Anna had woken up a long time ago.0

Letting out a lazy yawn, Charles indulged in the faint scent lingering on the pillow next to him as he closed his eyes again. He was feeling so comfortable that he wanted to sleep for a little longer.0

However, old habits die hard. Charles had never been one to laze around in bed upon waking up and as such, couldn't adapt to that in a short time.0

He threw back the covers and rose from the bed. Clad in his pajamas, he dragged himself to the balcony and gazed at the bustling streets beyond the iron fence of the...0