Moonspear before the night

The view of the icy cave was perfect as they settled beside each other in the dry spot. The young King's arrogance had grown, but he felt content exactly with what he had as he leaned his head across Ame's back and she leaned softly into him. It was why he had picked her as his Queen — because she grounded him, made him feel content and at peace. For the moment, his normal never-good-enough attitude melted away, and he had exactly what he wanted without wishing for more.

The nip to his muzzle was unexpected, but not unwelcome. An appreciative growl rumbled in Charon's throat in response. "Much better..." he murmured appreciatively, mirroring her statement. He craned his neck slightly and pressed his nose against Ame's neck, enjoying the warmth of her body against his face.