The long road

He smiled at his Empress, as the smaller wolf kissed his cheek, and brushed past him to heat tea. “That would be lovely, thank you” he responded, settling onto one of the pillows across from her. The entire scene was so homely, that it struck an almost ache in him. Perhaps it was empty nest syndrome. His little ones were not little anymore, and we're out of the den more often than in it.

“How have the days been treating you?” he asked, falling into soft pleasantries. Some of the old comfort that had always been between them was still there. “Venom has grown into a fine young Princess, and she’s been teaching Azure some of the ropes of leadership” he continued on, bringing the conversation around to their heirs.