Stir the coals

He gave a content sigh as Ignita turned into him and curled up at her side. He kissed her crown, feeling sleepiness slowly drifting over him despite the chill in the air. It was softer now, the cold was already losing its strength. Spring was barely just around the corner. 


He huffed a soft laugh at her question, a glint in his eye as he looked down at her little head pillowed against him. “How about a new source of motivation? A challenge, or perhaps a race…” he started to suggest, brushing some of her fur beside her eyes with a soft paw.


His grin definitely had a tinge of melciousness to it. “Complete the three challenges before I fill you with children, or you will only be a steward and not consort when they are born. Our poor children won't be royalty…” he said with a dramatic sigh. He wasn't going to make it easy on her either, he had already proven there was nowhere she could run. “I'll cut off your supply of the tea, as well.”