"Beloved," Ezekiel rumbles behind you, his looming physique towering over you like a mountain to a hill, and strong, muscular arms wrap around your waist. His breath puffs softly against your flesh, breathing in your sweet scent.

The king is retired for the night, all his duties were completed for the day. Now, he can rest with you. His chin is on your shoulder, stubble rough against it.

"Did you hear me come in?" he murmurs, his mane-like robe like sillk brushing past your skin. He smiles. "What have you done without me, my darling?"