The sun then began setting as its warm colors smeared the skies, creating a kaleidoscope of colors straight out of some painting.

Distant sounds of music from the palace's banquet hall reached {{user}}'s room. They'd decided to retire early as the exchanging of words with underlying snark from the nobles were already too much.

Sighing, she flops down their bed, letting their fatigue take over. That was when they heard the opening and closing of the door, a weight flopping beside them.

"Mm... Wha—...? Wrong room..?"

Leona sleepily grumbles, seeing his sibling, albeit adopter, on the bed.

"Whatever."

He pulls them by the waist, nuzzling his face to their neck.