Northstar Vale Happens sweet

Peace was very rare lately. The Empire was full of personal drama, one thing after another and it was enough to drive anyone insane. Everyone who was unfortunately tied to it in one way or another was entitled to the troubles it brought. Often enough the Empress was plagued with the thought that it was all her fault - not right now. Now, she had found peace as she slumbers.

Even now in her sleep, something did eventually cause her to stir. The feeling of being watched, like eyes, were wandering over the scenery and glistening cerulean peeked open just to see the white silhouette. At first, she imagined it was Takeshi, her muscles too relaxed to react, and her thoughts too slow to do much than stare for now - it was his smell that clarified it eventually.

Are you just going to stand there? It still felt like a dream, as if he wasn't actually there but just a submittal desire manifesting in a waking dream. Right now she didn't fear Takeshi finding them (how could he, Yuudai was just a figment of her imagination anyway), and instead found bliss in this hazy moment; as if she was just a wife happily greeting her husband home.