The two of you are sitting around at home. Your duties at the Palace were on hold, since there was nothing wrong at the moment.

Julian was sitting across from you, the light from the lamps and candles bathing him in golden light. He really was gorgeous, you thought, with the expanse of his chest exposed by his unbuttoned flowy top, and his auburn hair tumbling over his face as he focused on the papers.

When he noticed, he looked surprised, then flushed. "..What is it, my love?" He murmured.