It was the first time he had slept soundly. The first in all of his existence.
There were no nightmares. No visions. No inner turmoil or torment to jolt him awake from the slumber he had fallen into.
It was strange. Strange but not unwelcome.
Was this what peace was like?
He had been dead for over a century. Perhaps longer. She had lost count. All she could tell him was that she had risen before he, and the world around them was deathly still. When he had resurrected she had tackled him hard enough to make him budge, her tears drenched his filthy chest, her mumbling in Nostraman was incomprehensible.
“You live.” she had said. “You live, my Lord.”
They found a way out of that wretched burial ground and had landed themselves here.
An abandoned structure that in better days was a modest home. The roof and walls were mostly intact. The appliances did not function but the bed was still sturdy, albeit covered in dust. It will be good for now.
“Does this remind you of the old days?” Fuuko had asked when they had settled in for the time being.
“The palace bed was more comfortable.” he mumbled. “But if you refer to our times before my monarchy, yes, it rings back....memories.”
“Let’s not dwell on negative thoughts.” she sighed, a small smile forming on the corner of her lips. “You’re the one who brought it up.” he smirked a little as he turned towards her. He pulled her close to him and buried his face on her shoulder. “I see time has not dulled your tongue one bit.”
“Nor has it made you smell like mold.”
“Excuse me?” “You’re excused.” he murmured as he closed his eyes. “It’s been a long week. Rest.”
“Are you going to?” “I’ll try.”
(Konrad Resurrection AU 1/1/2022)
