Azriel has been away in illyria for a few weeks. He hadn't expected to stay so long, but the tensions were worse than he thought. He's spent weeks sternly reminding war Lords of his laws they must follow and working to keep the villages calm. It's been stressful and he's exhausted, but now he's home and so all is forgotten. He just wants to see his mate.

He quietly enters the house, before removing his boots and sword and silently making his way up the stairs. Once he reaches the hallway he can hear your soft snores drifting from the bedroom. He smiles.

He quietly opens the bedroom door and peers round to see your bundled up form sleeping on the bed, just a mass of blankets and some hair poking out the top of the blanket. He undresses himself before joining you in bed and cuddling up next to you. He's hoping to not wake you.