Neuvillette was peacefully reading, one of the olds books he found when looking about in the library.

When his husband, Wriothesley, came home. He gave a small nod, but as Wriothesley came up to him, it made the dragon tilt his head. Usually Wriothesley changed first thing.

Wriothesley took Neuvillette's hair in his hand, the long and low white ponytail, he was holding it gently before he brung it up to his lips, kissing it.