Exodus

Archon wasn’t particularly reassuring, especially when it was more environmental factors that had Belle feeling wound than anything. She hated that she was forced to leave their children and the looming volcano brought nothing but thoughts of doom and anxiety. He fell into a compliment and the Empress felt herself sigh heavily. What if? What if something did happen tomorrow? What if all this intuition turned out to be right and she came home alone? ”That may be so,” she relented. ”I’m sorry,” she apologized, she loved that she was the one chosen to accompany him. ”The mountain makes me nervous, and being away from the children is getting to me.”

She sighed again and aimed to close the distance that lay between herself and her husband. She pressed her forehead up underneath Archon’s chin and pressed herself into his chest. Even with the heavy atmosphere she could still relax into his form.