Marguerite goes to bed with a smile on her face. She has been quite productive lately. She arranged the Dalmatian guild's situation and changed a few things in the country. Making it closer and closer to her ideal.
Armel comes back to the room to see her already asleep on the bed. He smiles, finding the familiar sight as endearing as always.
He removes his clothes and gets in the bed, tucking her properly before bringing her in his arms. He lays his head on the pillow and gazes at her hair while he waits to fall asleep.
He remembers the first time he came back late to see her sleeping in his bed. He thought he was hallucinating from the overwork.
Marguerite had made it very clear that she wished to sleep alone when she first came to. But now she comes to his bed every night out of her own volition, it makes him feel as if he was being rewarded with rain after a long journey through the desert.
