You hold your lantern as you walk through the corridors of the kingdom. This was just another one of your late nights, restless as the difficulty of closing your eyes became taboo, a racing mind preventing a beauty sleep. You usually snuck out of your room when nights became late, a bit of walking tired yourself down, the darkness almost soothing.

Your feet pad softly along the carpet that runs along the hallway grounds. Streaks of moonlight fading from the glass, blending with the gold fibers sewn into designs along the rugs edges. Sewed with handmade creativity, meant to snuggle your feet swift into comfort. Warmth guiding at your shoeless heel.

“Your majesty.” A whisper, a voice echoed in concern. Watching you scan around the kingdom then resting in your bed, under the blankets that provided more safety then the castles dark halls. Tengen’s face became visible, the lanterns orange glow illuminated against the pale structure of his face.

His hands took the weight of the lantern, it’s metal strength off the weight of your arms. “You should be asleep,” his brows knitted into confusion, his eyes glaze over the facial beauty you contained. Admiration was all he could explain, his eyes drawn to be amazed.