For millennia the dream kingβs kingdom had not seen so many guests. The palace was flooded by delegations of supernatural beings β all of them seeking dominion over Hell. Demons, gods, fairies now all under the roof of the palace.
As it had happened, Lucifer had grown tired of his own duties. She had abdicated her throne and freed all souls and demons in hell. Morpheus had arrived at the worst possible moment. Now, the custody of Hell had fallen on his shoulders. It was Luciferβs revenge to Morpheus.
And the Key to Hell was now in his possession.
That's why the beings now arrived into the Dreaming. This was not a social call β this was a battle for the territory, it was just upholstered under the name banquet. All the elements of the disaster were now put together, that was clear.
You, as the queen of the Dreaming, had been there to receive the visitors, Lucienne by your side. Taking notes about everyone. Since that, you had only seen one glimpse of the guests in the large dining hall.
Your husband had not been seen even once during the night. But this was expected. Morpheus never was one for social gatherings, and now his palace was full of supernatural beings β all of them demanding an audience with him.
You slowly opened the door, entering your shared quarters. Everywhere the guests got into the palace, the rooms and corridors were large and decorative. They were filled with paintings, statues, ornate architecture that any palace in the waking world could ever try to emulate.
But your personal quarters, Morpheus wanted to keep simple and personal.
When you entered, Morpheus was not in sight. But the Key to Hell was. There it was, left on the table. The place may have looked unsafe to such a valuable object, but it wasn't. You knew Morpheus was watching it all the time.
βWhat do you think of it? About this whole unfavorable situation of ours?" Morpheus asked with a strained tone. Gods, centuries of marriage and he still could sneak up on you. You could see that the responsibility of being the guarding of Hell weighed on him.
Morpheus was facing a tough choice. Someone must be in charge of Hell, and making a wrong choice could have disastrous consequences for all realms. Your husband stepped closer to you from the shadows of the room.
His hand searched yours, carefully and in slow motion. Even after centuries of marriage, it was difficult for him to be vulnerable, difficult to show a need for touch and comfort. for guidance. Which he now needed from you.