@Deaidoneus "Isn't it peaceful? When you're out here with thoughts to yourself."
The voice from behind him, as it approached and stood at his side. She too was also staring at the statue in question.
@Deaidoneus cheeks is very much prominent, shying her gaze away towards the door and she gently tugs him behind her.
"I think I'm in the mood for sunny eggs on toast. What of you?"
@Deaidoneus Her heart felt warm. That smile... it took a bit of everything to remain composed, her fingers entwining with his own as she lifted his knuckles to her lips for a small kiss.
"You are forgiven, my sweets. Hard not to give in to such a handsome face."
Oh the blush on her —
@Deaidoneus "Surely, I could go for a spot of food at the moment. But I also need you to do something for me."
No longer pressed upon him, she would step back with her hands folded in front of her.
"Will you promise not to leave as often in the middle of the night? I don't enjoy waking —
@Deaidoneus the creases on his shirt.
"As long as you won't turn the blade on me, I am willing to listen. This is a heavy consequence for you, I would like to ease your worries and listen."
@Deaidoneus "The same man that rescued me from being killed, is afraid that I would be fearful of a killer himself? Well, I do admit that I am not a fan of the title; being held in high regard myself I have seen many horrors in my days."
It's idle distraction, her fingertips smoothing —
@Deaidoneus like this? Willingly, even. I understand you are a monarch, but you are not the jury, judge and execution. There are systems in place for that. It is unjust."
@Deaidoneus showed up..
To think that anyone could really want to hurt people, where was the thrill in it? The moral? Her eyes hold no judgment, but they stare blankly upon his face.
"I know that you're much better than what you are feeling. Why would you think of such a thing at times —
@Deaidoneus matter. You have me in your life now, and I want to know what bothers you."
Her body situated itself a little closer, just between his knees.
@Deaidoneus Her lips formed a small frown at the denial. She does not push further, but rather slides her hand down from his cheek and onto his shoulder, her arm coming to rest upon the other.
"Well, regardless if it's the old or new you, I don't think you have much of a choice in the —
@Deaidoneus that. Piles of books, askew papers, and the fact that it looked as if he hasn't slept.
"... I believe I don't understand. What has you acting in such a manner? You seem despondent, almost sad?"
Rather than stand around, she would wander to his side near the desk instead, her —
@Deaidoneus now unfolding as the long sleeves of her robe drape past her hips.
"You'll have to excuse my attire, I'm hardly appropriate to be wandering out like this."
@Deaidoneus Reading? Her eyebrows furrowed. That wasn't exactly the answer she expected but it was one she could accept, could have been something much worse to her imagination.
"Is it truly worth waking up all hours of the night?"
She would ask him while entering his study, her arms —
@Deaidoneus "I am obliged to ask what you do in there? I assumed that maybe it was just a figment of my imagination, But ultimately I have started to notice your side of the bed has grown cold.."
Who can tell the difference if her voice is solemn because she had just awakened, or the —
@Deaidoneus That would explain why he was not in bed with her. That would also explain why she woke up in a bit of a mood this morning; lack of warmth and presence had her standing outside of his study, and as soon as he stepped out he is met with her there, arms folded across her —