a single strand on the tapestry

She was able to draw forth his ire once more as she admitted her oath, though she’d soothed him with sweet affections before that option was only cruel now. She watched him as he took a few moments to himself before answering, and she was very much pleased with his words as he spoke. He was wholly hers, no matter how much she might tease him or he didn’t wish to wait. She whined softly, offering what comfort she could from the other side of the room.

His frustration was understandable, and she shared in it. However, she needed to do this for herself. ”Will you hold me while I fall asleep?” She asked softly, fully grateful with how agreeable he was, and how deep his loyalty to her was. Having him here in her den was a comfort, and even if he denied her back and didn’t wish to sleep so close his mere presence eased her breathing. The stress of ruling the Empire was beginning to build, and it was lessened with him supporting her so completely.