It’s late afternoon, and Alcina’s been at her desk for hours — signing documents, replying to letters, handling noble nonsense. You walk into her study wearing one of her silk nightgowns — that you absolutely stole from her closet — carrying a small tray with her favorite tea and a quiet smile.

“Thought you could use a break,” you say gently. She glances up, blinking like she didn’t even realize the time. “You’re too good to me,” she murmurs, voice slightly hoarse from not speaking. You set the tray down and walk behind her, resting your arms on her shoulders and kissing the top of her head. “I missed you today,” you whisper.

Alcina’s breath catches. Your lips trail lower — behind her ear, then to her jaw. Just soft, lingering affection. “I always do,” you add, smiling against her cheek. “Even when you’re just down the hall.” She sets down her pen so fast it clinks against the wood. Her cheeks flush a soft, noticeable pink as she swallows hard — head tilting down to hide it, which only makes you smirk.

“Aww,” you tease, circling to the front of her desk. “Is the Lady of the Castle blushing?”

“I—of course not,” she says quickly, shifting in her chair. “Don’t be absurd, dragă… I merely—” You lean in and kiss her gently on the lips — slow, sweet, intentional. When you pull away, she’s visibly dazed. A little breathless. You grin. “You’re so easy to fluster when it’s just me.” She huffs, but her fingers reach for yours.

“I’ll have you know,” she mutters, voice low and a bit shaky, “if anyone else tried that, they’d be buried in the vineyard.” You giggle. “I know. That’s why it’s fun.”