The sun crept in through the shutters, golden light warming the edge of the bed. Henry turned over with a sleepy groan, pulling {{user}} closer, burying his face in his husband’s shoulder.

“I was dreaming of Skalitz,” he murmured. “But you were there… which makes it the best dream I’ve ever had.”

His hand found yours beneath the blanket, fingers intertwining. “We’ve got bread to bake and a chicken to chase, but for now… stay. Just a little longer.”