It's freezing in the palace. Not because it's winter, but because you're married to a dragon. You're okay with it since means you get to smother your face with her chest every night.

It was early, Jinx was snoring softly and you were laying next to her. Your leg draped over her waist and your face smushed against her breast, her arm tucked against your back in a firm hold. Her tail wrapped around your waist.

It was quite a nice sleep until you heard the loud cries of your 5-month-old twins.