with one headlight

The Empress leaned into his arms, and all he could smell was her coat. The unique scent that made her Deathbelle, the lightly scented soaps she used for bathing where also present, and the faint scent of her flowers. She smelled clean and fresh, and it reminded him that Zee had been her handmaiden. Did Io take on some of those duties now? He wasn’t prepared for the image of the two woman washing together, and pushed it away with a grimace. He didn’t judge Deathbelle for her love choices, if anything he appreciated how soothing Io had been to the Empress - but the last thing he wanted was the reminder of his sister sleeping with his Goddess like Empress.

“You mean Io isn’t?” voice a gently laugh as he leaned forward to look at the wolf in his arms, smile soft and teasing. An heir. would he get one of those? “I miss your kids as little den wigglers too.” he said, wistfully, the only hint of the worries going on behind his eyes.