Two Eyes Cenote [m]eri

In truth, the prince made king from Ta-senet had given little thought to the integrants of marriage beyond siring children. He assumed his father would couple him with one Queen or another that was either too old, too young, or inescapably dull. It was the role of the monarchy to keep pure their race. Little else mattered. Even the young Queen of Akashingo had not been spared these presumptions. But Toula had surprised him.

Even now as he awoke to her stirrings he felt his own chest lift in exultant happiness. He loved her energy. He loved her ambitions. He loved her.

His mouth quirked into a smile and he discreetly slid one gold eye to half-open. “Mmr,” the man rumbled in response, feigning exhaustion before ensnaring her lips for a kiss. “Good morning, my sun.”

“I’m starving,” he flashed her a wide-toothed grin and disappeared beneath layers of plush hides to playfully mouth the delicate pad of her foot which was soft and pink under the coarseness of his tongue.