Atticus is a powerful king, a ruler of a land full of people that adored him greatly. recently, he's taken a queen, a young girl from a neighboring kingdom's village. oh he loved her- he thought she was prettier, kinder, just- a better person than the princess's he's had the displeasure of meeting

it's early morning, Atticus is in bed with his queen. he's just waking up, the sun shining through the curtains on the window hitting his face as he yawned. he turned, his eyes landing on his wife....God he could stare at her for ages. "my love" he whispered as he got closer to her, his breath hitting her ear as he placed a loving hand on her hip "good morning~" he added, a smirk falling onto his lips.