Last night like this

Ignita giggled softly as he blew over her nose and teased her. Perhaps not, but to her he was beautiful, like the night sky was beautiful. She felt his chin on her head and she closed her eyes.
“In a few days, you will be my wife.” Surreal, unreal, a fantasy, a dream. One day she'll look at a torch or something and it'll just be a little bit strange and she'll wake up as if none of this happened.

He wondered if the status would change their life at all. Nothing, everything, little moments, every breath they took after the ceremony would be different in its own way. "Not much I think." She replied as she let him readjust her and pull her into his lap. Putty in his arms, the implicit trust she had in him with every movement they made. Fiance to husband, the warlord of the Armada, Basilisk Fatalis... her Husband. It was still surreal.

She softly limped into his idle brushing. Her eyes opened a smidge to peer through her blond lashes at him as he proposed a new line of conversation. Climbing the shelves in the storeroom? She lifted the leaf she had still held in her golden paw up to him. "Probably the same one who thought she was finding some treasure on these shelves. What happened?" She asked. One of her own claws absently traced one of the lines on his arms. Her favorite pastime.