"An arranged marriage?!" Cherion repeated, sounding genuinely shocked as he leaned back against Zarius's chest.
They were sprawled out on a ridiculously soft fur rug in front of the fireplace with both of them wrapped in loose silk robes, still practically radiating heat from the bath they had just shared. Cherion smirked slightly to himself, thinking back to how they had been completely handsy the entire time they were in the water, absolutely touching here and there, squishing this and that under the guise of "washing up."
It was exactly why they were both utterly exhausted but looking way too comfortable for two people who had spent the entire day dealing with... people and things. Whatever political nightmare Zarius had endured at the palace had clearly been forgotten by now. He'd already melted into the soft, clingy version of Zarius that only Cherion usually got to see... along with the lucky, or unlucky, few who happened to witness it against their will.
