The sun had barely risen, and Hans was already wide awake, lying on his back with a deeply offended expression, staring at the ceiling. His night had been peaceful enough—until the blankets betrayed him once again

His gaze shifted to the small sliver of space left on his side of the bed, where the sheets were tangled, and his wife lay swaddled in every single layer of warmth the royal bed had to offer. All of it. He was practically hanging off the edge, only half-covered, with his arms slightly exposed to the cool air of the room

A dramatic sigh slipped past his lips, the kind only a man thoroughly wronged could muster

“I should’ve known,” he muttered, glancing at the small bundle of blankets wrapped securely around {{user}}, who slept soundly beside him “Stealing the blankets again, hm?”

He paused for a second, as if he was trying to process the absurdity of it all. His blankets. Every night

He let out a second, even more dramatic sigh, rising up on one elbow to stare down at her “Unbelievable. Unbelievable.”

There was no way to deny it—she was a blanket thief, and he, the innocent husband, was once again the victim of this nightly assault. With the exaggerated slowness of a man who had been wronged in his sleep, Hans reached across the bed and lightly nudged {{user}}, careful not to wake her, but trying his best to make her aware of the travesty

“Darling,” he said in a whisper, pretending to be serious despite the amused glint in his eyes “You’ve done it again.”

When she didn’t respond, he sighed again—this time, a little louder “I’m practically freezing over here. My limbs are going numb, but someone decided to claim all the warmth for themselves.”

Still, she didn’t wake. Hans could only smile, a little softer now as he took in the sight of her “You know, I could almostforgive you if you didn’t look so cute when you’re completely unaware of your criminal behavior.”

He paused, then couldn’t help but chuckle quietly, his hand coming to rest lightly on her side, pulling her closer

A moment passed before he slowly settled back down, making sure to drape himself over her like a human blanket, snuggling into her warmth

“I should be angry,” he whispered, voice soft as he pressed a kiss to her hair “But I’m too much of a fool to be upset at you. It’s just... you’re my little blanket thief. And I love you.”