It was a busy day. You started it by your husband waking you up with a kiss as he was leaving your bed. You didn’t make a move, didn’t make him see that you were awake but you knew Morpheus felt that. He felt everything that was in the Dreaming after all.

You got ready, spend your morning with a tea on the balcony watching as the Dreaming was slowly coming back to life. The pink dawn sky turning blue again with a helping hand of Morpheus. Getting ready you would think of him. Of his sharp features turning softer as he laid next to you yesterday’s evening, his eyes closed and body relaxed as he slept.

You helped Lucienne in the library, took messages from Matthew, he delivered from other realms, solved problems that needed royal intervention and signed documents — something your husband couldn’t stand doing.

Through the day you thought you saw him around the palace, lingering, watching, enjoying seeing you being Queen. Before having to return to his own duties that drained him from all his energy.

And as the night sky fell upon the Dreaming, you found yourself back in your chamber. Lamp on the nightstand making words in your book visible and its soft, warm light casting a glow on your face. Only then you would heard the quiet click of your doors. Then steps, cautious and careful, the sounds of clothes dropping on the floor then new being pulled on.

And then Morpheus slide into the bed, rests on his stomach and drop his head by your elbow like some kind of a cat.