<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline"> The FaÃ§ade of Peace </span></span><br/>Chapter 2<br/><br/>Servian was devastated, he had assumed the heâ€™d finally managed to pay off his birthdayâ€™s negative connotations; heâ€™d done so, on what heâ€™d assumed was the valor of battle and victory through trepidation. He was foolish enough to doubt the soothsayers that claimed his horoscope to be both fatal and tragic by lunging into battle without fear; but when his father summonsed him from the battlefields to announce that Servian would marry the princess of the people heâ€™d spent his life learning to hate and kill, he could only assume that fate had finally had its last laugh.<br/><br/>Heâ€™d drudgingly marched up to meet the apparent slag heâ€™d been suited to marry,  but lo and behold heâ€™d actually found love in this unexpected place, Luna was both beautiful and charming if not fierce and opinionatedâ€¦.The irony was that it came at the price of his sanity because her vengeful kin had skeletons to bearâ€¦ this truth didnâ€™t escape him now, maybe fate would cackle yet.<br/><br/>Luna was blissfully merciful, gently comforting him in his time of need, she lead him upstairs empathically trying to relieve some of his obvious melancholy. Her compassion was heartfelt and Servian truly valued exchange. She hadnâ€™t put him to bed, sheâ€™d brought him to her own, a very real and very true declaration of her love.<br/><br/>Servian collapsed into the soft mattress with little restraint. He stripped off his clothes and covered himself in the silken sheets, watching as Luna dropped her robe and changed into her short silk slip, Luna crawled into bed and they cuddled like theyâ€™d been a couple for a decade, falling into each other as they belonged that way the whole time.<br/><br/>Sleep came soon and it was heavy and dreamful for both, the moon rose outside and Servianâ€™s loin swelled again, pressing deep into Lunaâ€™s already smashed pussy. He would have it againâ€¦