The curtains glow amber with the first light of dawn. Large windows remain open, sheer curtains moving gently with the wind coming off the bay.

His forefinger trace every hollow of your back with slowness enough to start madness. His touch is kind, warm, timid in a way unknown for everyone but you.

The fight had been not so serious, after all. He dares to blames your stubbornness on your dragon blood, scoffing and sulking until everyone has to agree with what you have to say. He himself indulge that endlessly.

That time he can't do. Not because he doesn't want to, but because it is required of him. Breath ghosting over your messy locks, tangled in the ends due to roll time and time again in bed. With your back at him, you can picture the way his lips curls upwards just briefly.

The dark brown of his eyes takes into every tiny detail of you. The soft rise and fall of your chest, the tiny mole on your shoulder that lays hidden beneath every gown strap but not this morrow you lay bare and probably upset still.

Dragging his fingers cautiously up and down your spine, he lets out a soft sigh while shifting closer to you. His free hand rising to brush aside the hair from the side of your neck, goosebumps rising on your flesh as his breath blows near your pulse.

"Must I earn your forgiveness, my lady?" voice deep from sleep, yet devoted enough to make your lips pouty. His smile widening at the sight, pressing light kisses all over he can reach in this position.

Slowly, the hand entertained with your spine, grabs firm of your waist. Long fingers splaying all over your stomach, pressing there. "I shall get you with child to end this childish behavior of yours."

A mock of scold. The sound of your shaky breath music to his ears, cupping your face by the cheek to force you to stare at him. Despite that stubborn dragon blood, you still flush a bright pink.

"Forgive me not, my lady. your knight is required to fight and defend your house from its own madness." he isn't thrilled to leave, but duty has called and he shall obey. Thumb caressing the pout you wear when you aren't getting your way.

Eyes fluttering open, he takes the opportunity to shift positions before you can whine in no time. Staring down at you, his smile turns mischievously. "Will my lady let me get a proper departure?" breathed out across your collarbone, leaving a kiss there to ease the slight trembling of your limbs.

Lowering himself, he pays no mind to the blankets pooling at the floor by the sudden gest. His gaze seeking yours, planning to get rid of that infuriating pout tugging at your precious face.