Present Day
They lay amongst the tangled sheets and drank Irinathe and fed each other grapes between making love over and over, in ways Sylvin had never taken her, before falling asleep, their hair tangled together, and Macedius wrapped around her as if seeking to hold her to him throughout his slumber.
The first rays of sunlight picked their way through the gaps in the curtains when there was a knock at the chamber door. The Lady Seranna stood behind a sleepy-eyed page boy whose expression shifted when he saw the tangled limbs upon the King’s bed.
“Out with you, and say nothing,” Lady Seranna hissed at him, swatting his behind as she pushed him out of the room. “Your Highness, the Lady must leave, or risk being seen,” she called gently into the room.
Macedius groaned. “Return tonight,” he said, his voice gruff from sleep. “I am not asking.”
“You are a King, you do not need to ask,” she opened her eyes and smiled up at him.