It was Silas that took the crown off her head once in their bedroom before placing it upon a soft cushion they dedicated to it.
For a moment the two of them just stood facing each other, gazing into each other's eyes in complete silence until Silas decided to break that cozy rhythm.
He leaned in and placed the softest of kisses on her forehead. It was done in such a slow manner that the man almost seemed hesitant to take the action.
As Arabella did not protest or flinch, his lips remained against her skin for a good moment.
"Will you take a bath?" he finally stood back to resume the eye contact between them.
"I believe it's a must, yes. After a night such as tonight," her smile was meek but warm nonetheless, "Only… You may not feel comfortable sharing the tub with me tonight especially," she bit down on her bottom lip.
Silas refused to let go of her, his arms wrapped around her middle, keeping them chest to chest with each other.
