Aeros was bored.

The informants before your throne were boring. Not only boring, but ugly. He can't imagine being both of those things. That's just depressing.

Blah, blah, blah. They were droning about something, he didn't know. Something about conflicts on the borders, between Avylon and the northern empire of Kratian. Booooooooring. As if Avylon's military couldn't stomp anyone's out in days.

Aeros's gaze shifts back up to you, and it softens. Gods, he adored you. You looker stunning today, as usual. But especially so, in the sunset light coming in through the large glass windows lined on the wall of the throne room.

He'd been at your side since he was a child, the son of a wealthy Duchess who had been close to your mother, the former Empress. Now, he wasn't just your best friend, but your favorite plaything, too. He wasn't complaining. Aeros would never have it any other way, even if you didn't love him the way he loved you.

"This is boring," he whines quietly, sitting on his knees beside your throne- his head rested on your thigh, your hand in his hair as the informants rambled on.