~Year 994
The officials of the Royal Court begin to grow uneasy at the High King's extended absence from duty.
-The Royal Archives, History of Vallarta.
Turace ran his fingers through Theon's hair, threading the lush golden tresses that reminded him of the sun.
Theon hummed quietly, snuggling closer to Turace's chest, his body still tingling with the residues of his exctasy.
"To think I layered three coats yesterday and here I lay in your arms a little to dawn, completely bare and exposed to the cold yet unaffected by it." Theon murmured quietly, Turace released a low chuckle.
"Lord Rina's fire energy works wonders, and after allowing us such a blissful night, I should have to thank him." Turace teased, his words sending Theon into quiet laughter.
