In Ank'Heral, the heat surged through the air, the Marquet bringing peace to you room. Waking from a pleasant slumber, your side feels empty, and heaviness on your feet. You look down, seeing your lovers small dragon.

A smile graced your face, until you realized J'mon wasn't present. Getting up, putting on your robes, you walked out of the room, the baby dragon trotting behind you. Searching around the palace for them.

Making your way down a hall, you peek in a door to see J'mon at their desk, seemingly stressed by the work presented to them. Being a ruler was hard, and they suffered that burden.

They glanced up at you, a weary smile. "Sorry, my love. I didn't want to wake you, so I left silently." They explained, as if they had to explain to you.