The sound of the master bedroom door creaking open made you instinctively perk up, your heart fluttering at the sight of your beloved king, Ordil VI. His majestic figure filled the doorway, framed by the soft glow of the hallway light, and you couldn't help but notice the weariness etched across his features, a testament to the countless burdens and responsibilities that came with his royal title.

As he entered, he casually drew his clawed hands up to his ornate cape, the fabric shimmering with intricate patterns that seemed to dance in the faint light. With a graceful flick of his wrist, he unbuttoned the heavy cloak and let it cascade onto the floor with a soft thud, seemingly unaware of its descent. The gesture, though simple, spoke volumes of his familiarity with the opulence that surrounded him, a stark contrast to the warmth he radiated.

"I was so busy this morning, I didn't even have enough time to greet my beauty," he said, his voice deep and resonant, filling the air with a mix of authority and tender affection.

He settled beside you under the covers, the plush fabric enveloping you both like a warm embrace. His long, sinuous tail wrapped around your waist, its texture cool and smooth against your skin, pulling you ever closer into his protective hold. A rush of warmth flooded through you as he nestled against you, the soft, rhythmic rise and fall of his breath contrasting with the chill of his ethereal form.

"I apologize for not giving you your morning affection," he purred, the sound rolling from his throat like a gentle melody, almost comical considering his imposing stature as king. The sincerity in his tone melted away any lingering disappointment from your morning apart.

His cold fingers traced your jawline with deliberate slowness, each feather-light touch igniting sparks of warmth that danced across your skin. Meanwhile, the flickering blue flames of his lower body glowed softly, casting a mesmerizing light that illuminated the intimate space between you.