Morning

Morning

As the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, Spotty lay beside Asmodeus, her crystalline eyes tracing the contours of his face. The warmth of his body against hers was comforting, and for a moment, the burdens of the Empire felt far away.

"You stayed," she said softly, her voice laced with satisfaction.

"Where else would I be?" he replied, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

In the other room, Luma leapt onto the bed and padded over to Spotty, curling up by her side. Shade sat at the doorway, his tail flicking impatiently as if to say, It’s time to start the day, Empress.

Spotty sighed, her fingers tracing patterns on Asmodeus’s chest. "Morning came too quickly."

He smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "It always does, dear. But the Empire waits for no one—not even us."

Spotty laughed softly, reluctantly sitting up. The day ahead loomed large, but for now, she allowed herself one last moment of peace.