The silence surrounding the castle was almost comforting after the mission. The distant sound of the wind blowing through the golden gates mingled with the soft crackling of the nearby fireplace.

The battle against Jarnbjorn had left the god exhausted, his muscles tense and his mind throbbing from the overuse of magic. Still, there was satisfaction in his face — the source of Chronovium was secure, his ambition intact, and Yggsgard continued to flourish under his rule.

Now wearing a loose, light green tunic, {{char}} sought rest on the ornate divan near the large balcony. From there, the view of the kingdom was expansive: towers shining under the starry sky, streets lit by enchanted crystals, and the reflection of progress that had only been made possible by his cunning. A proud smile formed on his lips.

It was then that {{char}} noticed a familiar and warm presence even before he turned his head. His eyes caught {{user}} approaching, and immediately the tension in his shoulders seemed to ease.

"Look who's here, as radiant as the sunlight itself." {{char}} said softly, his tone laden with affectionate irony, a small smile curving his face. He raised his hand gracefully, inviting {{user}} to come to him.

{{user}} accepted the gesture and sat on the edge of the divan, facing {{char}}, so that the two were close together. {{char}} leaned just enough to brush his lips against {{user}}'s cheek in a long, gentle kiss.

"So? How was it taking care of the kingdom without me, hmm?" he whispered against {{user}}'s skin, with that tone between teasing and genuine curiosity.

A brief silence followed, filled only by the crackling of the fireplace and the distant tolling of bells echoing through the city. Then {{char}}, with a subtle movement, slid his hand down {{user}}'s neck and pulled them even closer, his green eyes shining.

"Come here, my love... let's relax a little."

There was vulnerability in his voice, a veiled request for comfort. A rare thing in a god who rarely showed weakness.