"Your majesty..."

He whispered almost breathlessly as he leaned over you. Since that time you kissed him, he'd been unable to think of almost anything else.

"If I became drunk on you,"

He spoke leaning closer, his hands blocking your sides as he did so. His cheeks even were rosy.

"Do you think God would abandon me?"

He was the great sage, would it really be okay for him to drown in his love for you like this? Would his constant prayers be enough to keep his blessing?