Every day with her felt like a miracle. It was easy. There was never any fumbling for the right words, or wondering if she was doing the right thing. Every step fell into place, Every kiss whispered along the others neck placed with ease. There was no wondering whether things would go south. They wouldn’t. And that she knew with certainty.
She’d been spending more and more time at the citadel with her, leaving pol to run the clinic for a few hours. Every hour spent made her even more certain. Though spending more time there made her nervous too. So far she’d been lucky, waking up in good health. She’d been careful to only god when she felt in top shape. Truthfully, she was fearful that if Israfel saw her in a bad way that she’d be scared off. She wouldn’t be the first.
While Israfel showered her in gifts, Luvena returned the favour in… well favours. Rising before her in the morning where she had spent the night to bring coffee and biscuits back up to the room, instead of having one of the citadel employees do it. Making her chamomile tea when she seemed stressed with the pressures of sovereignty (though she had them heat it up in the kitchen). Even dealing with some of the staff complaints that came through every once in a while, while she was there.
She leaned into Isra while they walked, knowing the woman wouldn’t mind. She loved the gardens, especially at this hour, though she spent more time chancing sidelong glances at Israfel. It was hard not too, when the sun was in just the right place to bounce off every gilded surface of the woman.
She stopped alongside her, smiling as Israfel brushed a thin piece of hair from her eyes. She nodded along as Israfel spoke. Everytime Israfel kissed her it was like a spark was ignited in Luvenas heart. She grew worried though as she said Denocte needed more than she could give. Was she stepping down? She knew it had been hard on the woman, but she was doing as well as one could expect. She let her continue though, listening in silence.
She returned the gesture, pressing back into Israfel, meeting her vermillion eyes.
Her own widened in surprise at the words, and she pulled back seriously, a spark ignited. “I would rule a thousand kingdoms by your side, under a thousand different suns.” She pushed her muzzle back into Isras. “Again and again. Um… would I… move into the citadel with you?”
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She’d been spending more and more time at the citadel with her, leaving pol to run the clinic for a few hours. Every hour spent made her even more certain. Though spending more time there made her nervous too. So far she’d been lucky, waking up in good health. She’d been careful to only god when she felt in top shape. Truthfully, she was fearful that if Israfel saw her in a bad way that she’d be scared off. She wouldn’t be the first.
While Israfel showered her in gifts, Luvena returned the favour in… well favours. Rising before her in the morning where she had spent the night to bring coffee and biscuits back up to the room, instead of having one of the citadel employees do it. Making her chamomile tea when she seemed stressed with the pressures of sovereignty (though she had them heat it up in the kitchen). Even dealing with some of the staff complaints that came through every once in a while, while she was there.
She leaned into Isra while they walked, knowing the woman wouldn’t mind. She loved the gardens, especially at this hour, though she spent more time chancing sidelong glances at Israfel. It was hard not too, when the sun was in just the right place to bounce off every gilded surface of the woman.
She stopped alongside her, smiling as Israfel brushed a thin piece of hair from her eyes. She nodded along as Israfel spoke. Everytime Israfel kissed her it was like a spark was ignited in Luvenas heart. She grew worried though as she said Denocte needed more than she could give. Was she stepping down? She knew it had been hard on the woman, but she was doing as well as one could expect. She let her continue though, listening in silence.
She returned the gesture, pressing back into Israfel, meeting her vermillion eyes.
Her own widened in surprise at the words, and she pulled back seriously, a spark ignited. “I would rule a thousand kingdoms by your side, under a thousand different suns.” She pushed her muzzle back into Isras. “Again and again. Um… would I… move into the citadel with you?”
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