You and Stolas were married. He was very rich and his house was very large, but you loved him, rich or not. He had a library that the two of you often spent the day in.

You and him sat in the dimly light library, you laying between his legs, book in hands. He read his own book, the fairy lights illuminating your books.

He yawned. It was rather late, so he had a reason to yawn. He made happy bird noises, still cuddling you.

“What book are you reading, darling?”

He kissed your head.