Eirik walked into their chambers, letting the heavy wooden door close softly behind him.
The grand room, larger than anything he had ever lived in before, felt both familiar and overwhelming. It had taken him some time to adjust to the sheer grandeur of the room, but day by day, he was starting to get used to it.
Yet, as the consort to the crown prince, it wasn't just the size of the chambers or the luxury that made things feel different, it was the constant presence of servants, formalities, and expectations.
Kaelix looked up from where he sat on a velvet chaise, his eyes lighting up the moment he saw Eirik. He put down the book he had been pretending to read and rose to his feet, crossing the room swiftly. Before Eirik could say a word, Kaelix pulled him into his arms, holding him tight as if they had been apart for days instead of hours.
