The morning light streamed gently through Malin's window, casting a soft glow across his room. He stirred, blinking the sleep from his eyes, and a wide smile spread over his face as the memories of the night before came rushing back. He stretched his arms high above his head, feeling the tension in his limbs melt away. His heart felt light, his spirit elated.
He climbed down from his bed, still grinning as he replayed the scene—how bold he had been! Lord Rhaegal had clearly told him to take the lotus lamp away. And yet, there he was, removing the old candle and placing the lotus lamp in its stead, as if it were the most natural thing to do. The image of Rhaegal's startled expression made Malin giggle softly. He shook his head, amused with himself, as he padded toward the bathroom. "You'll get yourself in trouble one day, Malin," he muttered under his breath, though the warmth in his chest said he didn't regret it.
