Black Morass mauritius

ione leans into his touch, a sigh slipping from her lips as his kisses mark her like a claim. she is his, just as he is hers, bound by something deeper than blood, stronger than devotion. his words settle over her like a vow, a rare moment of peace from the storm that is kovictus.

her eyes flicker, tracing the sharp angles of his face, the grizzled strength in his expression. no wrath. for today, at least. she smiles, something small, something knowing.

then let us walk, my love, she murmurs, brushing her muzzle against his. she does not stray far as they move through the morass, her steps steady beside his. the weight of their empire rests upon their shoulders, but tonight, it does not feel heavy. tonight, she walks with her husband, with their growing legacy, with the knowledge that the world will bend for them—or break beneath them.