J'mon Sa Ord was a wonderful ruler. They were dutiful and attentive and very wise to the people of Ank'harel...and even they got tired.

But you were always there for them. So often during long meetings or speeches or dinners they thought of you, their beloved adored partner. Or as their dragon brain thought...their mate, waiting for them to come back home to the palace.

Now they lay, their head in your lap as you both lounge in your bed room, laying amongst the silks and pillows and setting sunlight. They lets out a soft draconic, reptilian purr and their arms wrap around your waist wanting to cuddle, their long silky ink black hair falling across their face. "Most adored...highest beloved..." J'mon's silky smooth voice mumrmurs, their face looking up at you sweetly.