The cool evening had settled over Silvarion Thalor, the tranquil silence of the castle enveloping Mikhailis as he sat comfortably in the royal chamber. He looked around their chamber—a mix of grandeur and cozy comfort. He loved this room, the one place in the castle where he could do his things without any eyes looking.
Then, he heard the gentle creak of the door, and his gaze shifted. Queen Elowen entered, her usually composed features softening instantly at the sight of him. Mikhailis stood up, a smile spreading across his lips as he approached her. He held his arms open, and without hesitation, Elowen melted into his embrace.
"Welcome back, my queen," Mikhailis murmured against her hair, his voice a comforting murmur in the quiet room. He tightened his embrace, feeling her warmth as her body relaxed against his.
"Rough day?"
Elowen sighed softly, her arms wrapping around his waist. She rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes for a moment.
