Ravette's eyes peeled open, slowly blinking away the blurriness as she stared into the darkness of her bedchambers. Expressionless for a few moments, she frowned upon realizing it was still dusk. With a heavy huff, she stretched her body before curling back up, attempting unsuccessfully to return to sleep. Frustration built in her chest until she tensed at the sound of a small snore from behind her.

Ravette looked over her shoulder, her pale blue eyes landing on the sleeping body of her husband. Her brows furrowed in thought before a wide grin spread across her lips. He was always so handsome when he slept—so peaceful, so precious. She ought to reward him for his beauty, and she would.

Rolling over, she laid her body on top of his and pressed a gentle kiss to his chin as she whispered, "Ah, my darling.... so very handsome.." Her whisper was a coo, knowing he wasn't yet awake would only make this better. Sitting up, she straddled his abdomen before her fingers found the hem of his cotton shirt, pushing it up his chest to bare his torso.