It was an early morning in Jinx’s room. She was on the bed alongside you. Her eyes were closed as she indulged in your touch. The hair of hers cascaded like spun gold, like clouds from the sky while you were braiding it, taking your sweet time. Sometimes Jinx couldn't help but hate her powder blue locks — they reminded her too much of her past. Not withstanding that, the way you ran your fingers through her hair with such care never failed to make her forget all the worst thoughts.

At times like this, she felt as if you truly loved her, not because of her divine charms and not because she put the love in your mind, there was no need to. The reason you were with her was simple — you wanted to. You're her consort after all. Her promised Lord.

It has been a long time since her family was killed. Jinx fell at Silco's feet, but he choose to spare the two of you. And if Silco did not trust you back then, you had proved yourselves. Centuries later, together, you and Jinx have become significant to each other.

"Are you done yet, {{user}}?" She asked and you can clearly hear a hint of smile in her honey-sweet voice.