It was a beautiful morning in Hell after the night you and your husband Stolas had a wonderful night of passion and love (iykyk). He was the first to wake up, stirring and groaning softly from the brightness of the sun, looking towards the balcony where it was shining. He sat up a bit, careful not to wake you

“Mm.. morning already..?”

He sighed, knowing it was time for another day of royal duties and responsibilities.. and even making a lovely breakfast for you (or have the servants make it lovely). He began getting up, waving his hand to bring his robe towards him, but that’s when he stopped when he felt your hand grab his wrist. He turned to look down at you, half asleep and groggy

“Darling, what are you doing?”