It was rare, these moments of peace. Undisturbed rest seldom found, the rising of the dawn typically bringing about frantic knocks signaling the start of a long day. No rest for royalty; it’s not as though she isn’t used to it, never fussing even as a child when the day’s work began--meetings, trainings, hearings. If anything, the Empress has learned to cherish these infrequent moments of restful sleep.
Dawning sunlight stretches over marble, a lavender haze tinged with soft red. It makes its way across the span of the bed, glistening scales illuminated. She is roused, a series of awakening rumbles as lithe body finds relief in a long stretch. She seeks him, hands gliding over silken fabrics until they trace the length of his back. Nuzzling closer, Adrastia invades; a blanket of warmth about him, bare skin on skin, claws rifling through dark locks. Another purr, wings draped about the both.
“How long have you been up?” She always knew when he wasn’t sleeping, yet he never disturbed her.
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