Raegar was sitting in front of the window as a snowstorm covered the capital into a white blanket. While resting, Dahlia wrapped her arms around his shoulders before kissing him on the cheek. ''Morning, handsome. Last night was amazing,'' she whispered into his ear.
He shivered as her lips brushed against him and reached back, running his fingers along her cheek, replying. ''It was, my empress.''
The older woman slapped his arm, giggling. ''Stop calling me that, it's Dahlia, beautiful or my love,'' she warned, wagging her finger at him.
''Okay, okay,'' he chuckled. ''My beautiful Dahlia, is that better?''
''Yepp!'' the empress chirped.
She leaned in, her lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. He reciprocated with equal passion before the brunette gently pulled away, her eyes warm. ''Would you like some tea?'' she offered softly.
''Absolutely,'' he replied, a smile spreading as he gazed at the older woman.
