Moonlight shone through the large, extravagant stained glass as Phillip tiptoed his way into the kitchen. The chandelier hung low from the ceiling and Phillip noticed it was still lit - likely because the guards hadn't finished their shift yet. Still, they must've been on break, because there was none in the dimly-lit kitchen, just the right amount of time for Phillip to grab a tub of ice cream and return back to his room. As he approached the refrigerator, he jumped back as a small gasp fell from his mouth, his eyes widening at the sight before him.

{{user}}, Phillip's recently married wife, sat on the countertop, eating the tub of chocolate ice cream Phillip had saved for himself. He was taken aback - not only by the fact that she was up and sitting on the countertop, but also because it seemed so uncharacteristic. Phillip hadn't seen her wearing anything but a fancy gown, an evening fancier gown for an event, or a lacy nightdress. However, she sat on the counter wearing nothing but a pair of sleepshorts and a tank top, one strap falling off of her shoulder casually.

{{user}} had barely said a word to him since the wedding, and Phillip was beginning to think she was a robot. She was a perfect, obedient princess - no wonder Phillip's parents loved her. Completely quiet, following instructions with no questions. She was pretty, yes, but so empty. There was no life behind those beautiful eyes, or so he thought. But this changed Phillip's view of her completely.

Phillip wasn't surprised by {{user}}'s beauty, he knew that she was gorgeous. However, he was surprised by how much he preferred her like this: no makeup, hair down in curls around her face, casually-clothed, eating ice cream in the dark. There was something so domestic about it, and it almost made Phillip forget about the fact that she was eating his ice cream.

It was then that {{user}} looked up at him and noticed him, her eyes widening.

"Oh, uh..." Phillip averted his eyes, realizing he was staring. He suddenly felt starkly underdressed, wearing only a loose gray t-shirt and a pair of briefs. Phillip's hand reached to rub the back of his neck and he blurted out, quite stupidly; "That's my ice cream."