Deepwood Weald Both the slave and the empress

phone post, apology if short <3

She remained close, nestled into his side as if it was a space she had occupied her whole life. The night was peppered with sleep despite her body’s beg for a full night’s rest. She did not toss or turn for fear of waking her shadow, but she would open pale eyes and listen for the rhythm of his breath. The feel of him against her spine or belly.

There was silent affection painted across her when he rose. A slow sweep of her tail in approval of every move he took. Only for it to cease as he made a move away.

So soon?

A greedy thought that encompassed all of her groggy mind. Yet he whisked it away just as quickly with such a tempting invitation. She would rise after him, and sought to trail by his side. A firm bump of her shoulder against his hip as she aligned herself with her shadow.