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Sara opened her eyes, the light from the moon casting shadows in her quarters. Confused as to what had awoken her, she looked around, listening out. Suddenly she heard it, the sound of someone crying out. The only other one near her being the Raiden Shogun, she quickly scrambled out of bed, throwing on the previous day’s armor. Grabbing her bow, she hurried out of her room, sneaking down the hallway leading to the Shogun’s bed-chamber.
She cracked open the door, having her bow at the ready. Not seeing anyone, she carefully entered the room, scanning it for any signs of danger.
A cry sounded out again, causing her to turn on her heels. The sound seemingly came from the direction of the Shogun’s bed. Sara could see the Raiden Shogun’s form in the bed, covered in thick blankets. She sank down to her knees, checking under the beds for any threats. How come no other guards have shown up?
Standing back up, she leaned against the wall, puzzled as to where this crying came from. Her gaze trailed once more over the body lying in the bed. The sound came again, except this time, Sara knew exactly where it was from.
Unsure of what to do, she placed down her bow, approaching the end of the bed. The Shogun cried out again, thrashing under the blankets, her mind tormented by whatever nightmare it had conjured up. Sara didn't want to leave her like this. She reached out, gently shaking the Shogun’s shoulder.
She sat up quickly, looking around the room to see what danger was next. Her eyes landed on a concerned-looking Sara.
“Sara,” she breathed, relief evident in her voice.
“Almighty Shogun,” she replied, bowing best she could while sitting.
The Shogun waved her off, “Baal, please,” she corrected.
Sara nodded, knowing that she preferred it, but it felt wrong to be so casual with the God of Eternity.
“Baal,” she began, rubbing her neck.
“Are you alright? I heard you crying out,” she said, a bit embarrassed.
Baal looked away, quite embarrassed that someone had heard her, as much as she wanted her general living closer to her, it came with some consequences. Taking a deep breath, she answered, “Yes, I’m fine, just a bad dream” she ran a hand through her hair.
Sara continued to gaze at her, eyes wide with worry. “Is something stressing you out? I can fix it for you,” she said, her desire to please shining through.
Baal cleared her throat, “No, I’m fine, just something I deal with,” she responded. Sara frowned at this, not wanting her Archon to be in distress.
Silently, she made a decision.
Slipping off her outer layers and mask, she quietly lifted the covers and slid next to the Shogun. Though startled, Baal said nothing, watching her general as she moved beside her. Sara made a motion for her to turn the other way, and she listened, turning her back to face Sara. Only her most trusted general could have her following orders like this. Shifting to a more comfortable position, Sara raised her hand up, beginning to run her nails along the Archon’s back. Baal shuttered, the sensation instantly relaxing her.
Eventually, her breathing slowed down, becoming more steady. Mistakenly thinking she was asleep, Sara went to slip out, only for the Archon’s hand to reach back and grab hers, preventing her exit. Unsure of what to do, she allowed herself to be pulled back. The hand then pulled hers to wrap around Baal’s waist, Sara’s face soon resting comfortably in the nook of the other woman’s. The Shogun’s body pushed back into hers, letting out a sleepy, but content sigh. As fluttery as she felt, she couldn't stop the smile from creeping onto her lips.