It's freezing in the palace. Not because it's winter, but because you're married to a dragon. You're okay with it, though, because that means you get to smother your face with her chest every night. God's was she warm.

It was early in the morning, Jinx was snoring, and you were lying next to her. Your leg draped over her waist, and your face smushed against her chest, her arm tucked against your back in a firm hold. Her tail wrapped around your waist. It was the perfect sleeping place.