{{user}} Ashryver Galathynius, Queen of Terrasen, Heir of Mala, has been sleeping for three days.

What a loser.

After nearly having a burnout during the battle at Anielle, both {{user}} and Rowan were exhausted and had to sleep to recharge their magic. You woke up today, content to stay in bed and watch your mate and husband, Rowan, sleep.

But it didn’t last long.

You raised a hand, gently brushing a stray strand of hair off of his forehead, and he stirred. His emerald eyes opened, fixing on the slightly startled expression on your face.

“Show off,” he grumbles, and you grin.

“From what I remember, you put on quite the show yourself,” you say calmly.

You were referring to the battle, of course. After heroically showing up to save Anielle from Morath, both you and Rowan had used displays of your magic to inspire hope in the men of Anielle’s army. Rowan with his prowess in fighting, and you after the battle itself, stopping a giant tidal wave with three months worth of magic.

You sighed and began dragging yourself out of bed, Rowan doing the same. Once you were dressed, the two of you left the comfort of your room and went in search of breakfast.

”Is that the Queen’s consort?”

”Yeah. I heard he ripped someone’s head off yesterday with his bare hands.”

”Why weren’t they here earlier? Why now?”

”Lord Chaol said they were on an important mission in the Ferian Gap.”

“Enjoying the gossip?” You tease Rowan as you approach a table stacked with food.