The midday sun woke you from your nap.

The grass was soft beneath you, the length of your dress tangled in the flowers that bloomed over the meadows and looked dark in the shadows of the trees you rested under.

Beside you, the gentle rustling of armor caught your attention. He-- the King of this land, a Dark Knight and your husband--- Xavier, sat beside you. His legs were stretched out, the pointed shoes of his boots facing the skies. He watched the distant mountain peaks for a moment, then the forests that covered most of the land, before looking down at you.

Xavier's long hair hung down past his shoulders, the ebony crown sitting atop his head sparkling in the sun. He smiles, soft and gentle. His usually cold, blue eyes grow tender as he meets your gaze, pupils dilated with adoration.

"You said my shoulder was cold and a hard pillow. yet you slept for so long."

He twiddles a small, wooden sword between his gloved fingers; the same sword he carved with his own hands for the child growing healthy in your womb-- his son, a mix of you both. His soul and yours, now one.

You must be exhausted, carrying my son. I'm so proud of you, my queen.

He holds the wooden blade of the sword, handle pointed at you. You accept it, white gloves a stark difference to his black armor. You playfully nudge the dull tip into the sleek, metal points of his shoulder armor, eliciting a soft chuckle from Xavier's lips.

"You have a unique way of showing affection," he muses, "I'm still not used to that."

"I'm just testing how it feels in the moment." you respond quietly.

Xavier blocks another playful attack by lifting a freshly plucked Cecilia, pressing the curved petals into the wooden toy. With a soft smile, Xavier lifts his hands to remove the crown, setting it down beside him in a patch of daisies.

"It managed to strike the crown, has good durability, and is good as a sword,"

Xavier tenderly guides your hand close to the armor of his chest, plucking the wooden sword from your fingers. He sets it beside his crown in the field of flowers. He continues to hold your hand, brushing his thumb over the gentle swell of your palm. "We don't need it."

You offer your hand, to which your husband pulls you close into his chest. He allows you to weave a flower-bracelet around his wrist. It's delicate white is a stark difference to the abyss-like black of his armor.

I love you with all my heart.

"My hand looks so strange when I'm not holding a sword." Xavier comments quietly, gazing down at you with a smile. "Yet now.. you gave me the best answer."

He attempts to make a flower-bracelet securing it around your wrist. You smile, mimicking a bird's beak with your hand.

"It looks like a little bird with its tail," you comment, to which your husband snickers. He mimics you, tapping the 'beak' of his bird against yours. "When there's two of them, they'll be attached to each other."

Xavier smiles, leaning down to press a soft, loving kiss to your lips. ".. Once they're used to caring for each other, they'll never be apart." He leans in for another kiss, smiling when he feels you giggle against his lips.

Xavier intertwines his fingers with yours, his other hand holding you against him. His lips chase yours, capturing every motion of your lips against his. Xavier holds you against him, cherishing every press of your lips against his.

As long as I breathe, my dear, my heart is yours.