Xerxes had stepped out of the room for a moment to speak with a servant, he had informed the staff that he was not to be disturbed unless it was of dire importance. When the servant had gone to deliver the message, Xerxes turned around and walked into the room he would be sharing with his wife and Queen Nerfertari. The King stepped into the room, taking in the stunning view of his Queen reflected in the mirror, giving him a view of her from all around at once. Without a word, he walked up behind her placing his hands on her hips and leaning down to kiss the top of her head.<span style="font-weight: bold">"You have done well today my love."</span>His hands roamed up her sides, itching to feel the skin under the dress that prevented him from touching. Slowly as to not frighten her, Xerxes turned Nerfertari around to face him, green eyes locking with brown.<br/><br/>The God-King moved one hand under her chin, tilting her face up as he smiled and kissed her once more on the lips. He deepened the embrace, pulling Nerfertari closer to him so there was very little space between the two. His free hand ran from the small of her back where it had slid, up her back and rested at her neck where his fingers began to work on the knot keeping her dress tied. Xerxes broke the kiss and whisper close to her ear.<span style="font-weight: bold">"You are a Goddess, Nerfertari. A Goddess worthy of a God."</span>He gently kissed her ear, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin. The King began to lead his Queen towards the bed, gradually pulling her along as his lips trace lines across her jaw and finding the dip of her collarbone. He felt the bed against the back of his knees, lowering himself to lay on his back with Nerfertari on top. His fingers had long grown weary of the intricate knot and a low growl escaped the back of his throat.<br/><br/>Xerxes took this as an opportunity to explore her body; his hands roamed while his lips touched every available piece of skin not covered by the expensive fabric that he longed to have off of her. His teeth nipped her earlobe before he kissed it better. Before long he was finding new pieces of skin and places to touch as the night wore on and the more private celebration began.<br/><br/>When the sun made it's way in the window, peeking through the space between the long curtains Xerxes groaned before he opened his eyes to the new day. As his eyes adjusted to the light, everything from last night came back to him, as well as the loud knocking on the door. Xerxes untangled himself from the bed clothes, found a suitable cover up and opened the door angrily, ready to take a strip off of who ever dared to disturb him. His fiery gaze met the eyes of a timid lady servant clutching a basket of linens.<span style="font-weight: bold">"This had better be important. I had strict orders that we were not to be disturbed."</span>The King crossed his arms and stood before the door, now closed. Instead of answering, the attendant simply held up the basket which Xerxes took with a little more force then he had intended. The servant ran back the way she had come, trying to get out of the King's sight. Xerxes entered the room, casting the linens on an empty surface before pulling the curtains fully closed, blocking the sunlight that had been bothering him since he woke up.