He’s sweating, eyes shut tight. “Yes, an ancient tome that she clumsily opened. Nothing more.”

“Ahem!” He adjusts his inside out collar. “Nothing at all, sister. I’m keeping nothing about the wedding from you.” -shit-

“Quiet, Nyx. I have this under control.”

“No one else is awake? I suppose now is as good a time as any.” He clears his throat. “Nyx is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen between the kingdoms, much like the midnight sky, she brings a calming joy to my life.” Nobody heard that, right?

“My mysterious Raven.” He’s pinching 𐌽𐍅𐍇 [☠︎] ‘s cheek and smiling.

He sneaks up behind 𐌽𐍅𐍇 [☠︎] and pinches her rear. Nothing more than a smug look on his face at his attempt to rile her up.

He’s wearing a santa hat with mistletoe then steps in front of 𐌽𐍅𐍇 [☠︎] , she knows the rules, but he’s not bending forward.

“It is overdue, but here.” A kiss to 𐌽𐍅𐍇 [☠︎], followed by him handing her a small wooden perch to place on her desk. “For Malachi. So he can sit with you, not on you.”

“Don’t expect me to follow in the morons footsteps.” He’s grumbling while standing beside 𐌽𐍅𐍇 [☠︎] , effectively promising to not grab her as he’s seen Niles do with Mozu.

“And sometimes said spouse gets a puppy for his little sister to prance around the castle.”

“Nos- Gah! Nosferatu likes you more because you make him fat.”

“As if you’re one to talk about his weight.”

“You’re a twig, dearest wife. How could you know how much Nosferatu needs to eat?”

“Reading that damned tome does not count as horse care.”

“That /you/ wanted to read. All so you could marry into royalty.”

“Hmph, just because you’re correct does not make you right.”

“You.” He presses a kiss to ⋆ ✧𝕹𝖞𝖝✧ ⋆’s cheek. He’d spent much of the day tending to his crop of tomatoes. “How are you?”