Of memories of ashes

She leaned closer and nuzzled him, surprising him with the action. He never quite knew what emotions Deathbelle would bring out in him. For so long they held themselves apart, and then allowed themselves some touch, and then apart again. He was still figuring out how they fit together, but at the end of the day, he loved his Empress. His fealty was to her, and his love as well.

He didn’t take long to lean into it, and kiss her cheek, a tentative smile approaching his lips. “I will have to come over more often, and i’ll send the kids to do chores for you. It’ll be a good thing for them to learn.” he said, and besides, they would need to understand sooner rather than later how Deathbelle was their Empress.