The next morning, Azier was stressed out. He hadn't slept well - because even through the night, both Sera and Amyra continued their petty spat as they pulled the covers away from one another. At one point, it had gotten so bad that Zephyra finally commanded them to each leave and go to their own rooms.
So all he wanted for the morning, was a nice hot bath - and the company of his gentle, sweet black rose. Azrianna made him feel much better whenever she was near. Plus, she was quiet - and he desired that more than anything after the talk-fest.
The way her breasts pushed onto his chest in the hot water calmed him and his arms curled up her back as he pulled her in closer. "My beautiful rose...the bloom in my heart," he murmured into her ear as he stroked her hair behind it.
"I do not deserve you, Azriel..." she replied tenderly.
