Irene
Dayveth Coren,
Zahrada, Astoria

Dayveth stifled a yawn as he heard Anyanka's words. He pushed himself off of the sofa with a groan and noticed how she had almost read his mind, yet once again. Dayveth scratched the back of his neck as he looked towards her.

 "I'm already sore and have a crick." He paused for a moment. "Good morning, though. How did Your Highness sleep?" He wasn't in a hurry to invite the bright sun into their comfortably dim room, though he was nervous that the queen might.
Elizabeth
A letter was left on the end of the table and had what looked to be a worn wax stamp. Based off what it is it seemed this house was either lost, or really just small. If opened it would read. "Dear, Duchess Durkhan, this is Elise from the house Hagen. I know it has been a while since that name has been sent in an official letter, but if you wished I do hope I would be allowed to visit. I will bring fine gifts as thanks. I had recently finished clearing the family's war torn keep. For now I hope you are able to get this. Bid you well, Elise Hagen."
Joseph
Anyanka Durkhan
Zahrada Astoria

He'd probably gotten the worst of it, considering she'd fallen asleep with him as support. He kind of deserved it though. She gave a small nod. "I slept fine. I didnt mean to keep you overnight though." She looked back at her door, then to him, fiddling with the tie on her robe.

"I trust you won't tell anyone of this."
Irene
Dayveth Coren,
Zahrada, Astoria

Dayveth tried to "Crick" His back, resounding in a loud pop. He sighed comfortably before slowly stepping towards the Queen of Astoria. "Oh, afraid I'll share stories about our night of wild sex and fun? I can fill a book with the descriptions of the positions themselves." His mind continued the struggle against nearly morning grogginess while he almost sauntered toward Anyanka.
Joseph
Anyanka Durkhan
Zahrada Astoria

The redhead rolled her eyes, but couldn't hide the smile. "Shut up, because I know that's not even a joke and you could." She admitted, having war flashbacks to last summer. 

He took a few steps toward her, and she put her hands up, finding them against his chest. "But seriously, how am I supposed to seem cruel and ruthless with a self proclaimed traitor in my bed?"
Irene
Dayveth Coren,
Zahrada, Astoria

Dayveth found Anyanka's hands on his chest and found himself powerless in resisting the urge to return her smile. He had her arms around her waist before he could stop himself. "Hm." Dayveth hummed, pretending to be deep in thought. "I imagine the only excuse for having him there would be for advanced interrogation, if you were being cruel and ruthless. Possibly whipping him to. Him? I suppose it's me, isn't it?"
Joseph
Anyanka Durkhan
Zahrada Astoria

"You're impossible." She murmured, and his arms around her waist made her melt in a way she didn't want to admit. 

The news she had a man in her chambers had no doubt already spread through Angelica and her guards, and the longer he lingered the more guilty they looked. 

And yet, she didn't push him away. "They really are going to think we fucked." She murmured
Irene
Dayveth Coren
Zahrada, Astoria

Dayveth hoped Anyanka's hands couldn't detect the quickening of his heart through his thin shirt. "Oh, I imagine they aren't terribly unfamiliar with that idea."

Dayveth smirked as he tugged the redhead towards him. "Maybe they'll assume the whipping is too."
Joseph
Anyanka Durkhan
Zahrada Astoria

Anya took a breath, and accepted the motion as he pulled her forward. One morning wouldn't hurt... They had an hour before anyone would _really_ notice she hadn't left her room and someone came looking for her. 

She stayed still in his arms for a moment before she cleared her throat, looking down to where their chests touched. An hour wasn't enough time, and she didn't want to rush to forgiveness when he hadn't proven he wouldn't hurt her again. 

"We should get going.." She trailed, curling her fingers into the fabric of his shirt. "They'll notice if I'm gone much longer."
Irene
Dayveth Coren
Zahrada, Astoria

Dayveth felt as if her fingers were pulling at his heart instead of his shirt. "And what will they notice?" Dayveth asked as he leaned his head closer to Anyanka's. "I thought you were the queen?" Dayveth felt his heart tigthen as he began to feel her breath on his face.
Joseph
Anyanka Durkhan
Zahrada Astoria

Her own heart started to flutter as he moved closer, and her grip tightened on him. 

"And I thought you were the Queen's lover?" She countered and there was a beat where she thought someone had knocked, but it was just her foot hitting the wooden floors. She hadn't realized their dance had lead them away from the sofa and fireplace and towards her untouched bed, and she knew she'd be a goner if he pushed.