Sylpha wore a bland cream-colored day dress, her hands were dirty with ink, and her face taut from the exhaustion of the long day, but to Meron's eyes she was as beautiful as the day he had married her.
"Gods, it's been so long that I might have forgotten how to do it." She blushed a bit, sweeping a few strands of unruly hair behind her ear. "Just give me a minute to slip into something more comfortable and-"
"I'm not waiting one minute longer." Meron cut her short and swept the air with his hand. "I don't care about fancy clothes, and I need no bed. We're going to do it right here and now on this table!"
"Gods, I love it when you are so assertive." The Queen took a soft pillow out of her dimensional item and placed it on her work desk at the same time as the King did the same.
"Good night, my love." Meron fell asleep the moment his head touched the pillow, his lips parting to let out a soft snore.
