"Oh, I serve only the most beautiful queens," he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to her knuckles. Heat flared in her cheeks like sunrise.
When plates were cleared, the table sank back into the floor as seamlessly as it had risen. Rodion dimd the lights. A plush blanket, warm from a hidden heating rune, floated over and draped itself across their laps. They sank onto the settee once more, closer than before, hips pressed together.
Mikhailis slipped an arm around her waist. She cuddled against him, heart fluttering at the quiet strength in his embrace. He whispered small nothings—praising the curl of her hair, teasing about her "regal movie-choosing talent." She answered with soft hums, tracing lazy symbols over his chest, feeling calm pulse back at her with every beat of his heart.
Ti drifted. Outside, wind brushed the curtain fabric with a hushed rustle. Inside, peace reigned. Elowen's eyelids drooped; Mikhailis kissed her brow.
"Mikhailis… this is perfect," she breathed.
"With you… it always is," he answered, voice edged with quiet awe.
A stretch of warm silence passed until Elowen's slender fingers lifted to caress his cheek. Her erald eyes, glowing softly in the dim light, t his silver-blue ones. A shy blush colored her skin. "Mikhailis… tonight… can we… do it inside the bath?"
He blinked, then a playful, tender smile curved his lips. "Of course. I can do it twenty-four seven with you if you like."
She giggled, pressing her forehead to his. "I would very much like that… but the kingdom might fall."
"Oh, we'll make sure it stays upright." He squeezed her gently.
Rodion pivoted, blue eyes brightening.
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