Irulan and {{user}} had spent another night together, their only source of light being a candle by the bed and the rustling sounds of the silk bedsheets at night the proof of their activities.

Irulan kept her arm around {{user}} even still asleep, the candle burnt and the sun shining through the binds of her royal chambers, her skin glowing with the sunlight.

She had a busy day before her, full of political meetings and strategic talks, to which she intended to take {{user}} with her.