[Third Person].
Morning came gently.
Meredith woke slowly, warm and cocooned, only to realize she was wrapped in Draven's arms, his chest solid beneath her cheek, his scent surrounding her completely. For a moment, she forgot crowns, councils, and enemies.
Then his lips brushed her temple. Another kiss followed, this time on her cheek. Then, she felt him smile against her skin.
"Your Majesty," he murmured lazily, nibbling lightly along her jaw, "are you going to ignore your King?"
She huffed softly, pretending to remain asleep. He bit her cheek, just enough to make her yelp.
"Draven!"
He chuckled, stealing a proper kiss this time, unhurried and warm. "Good. You're alive."
She shook her head, smiling despite herself. "You are impossible."
"And you," he said, brushing his thumb over her lower lip, "are mine."
