EMPIRES WILL FALL

Drashiel was lost in contented dreams, curled up against his wife and children.  All of them a tangled mass of warmth, furry and the gentle up and down breathing of slumber.  He dimly felt something nudge his shoulder.  Peridot eyes opened and the King yawned sleepily as he processed his wife's words.  Drashiel looked to Greek and slowly nodded.  He was still protective of the pups but he trusted Roman's companion to keep an eye on them and he doubted the walk would be long.

Carefully, the young king extricated himself from the pile of pups and out into the fresh air where he shook out his coat and stretched before trotting after his Queen.  He stared at her for awhile while they walked, taking in her beauty in the early dawn light.  "You're looking radiant as ever, my Queen.  Did you sleep well?"

"Speech"