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The sun was close to setting.
Estir had told you as much, but you would have seen it through your now curtain-less windows. She insisted (demanded) on them being removed shortly after your marriage, but you only folded them away in your closet, next to the bloodied robes that had helped you win her heart.
It had not been that long since your flawless performance of her play, but you and Estir had already fallen into a routine since getting married. Each morning, she came with the sunrise to a freshly made breakfast, then you made a full lunch and a dinner before curfew. That all meant getting up earlier than you were used to, but it was small price to pay. Sure, you were following the terms of her agreement - but she was so cute, almost a different person when she ate the food she loved. That, and her scrutiny were enough to get you up in the morning and improve your measly cooking skills tenfold in a short time period. While the sun remained in the sky, you served her demands and enjoyed your day together, before the night sent her away too early.
The last part was the worst. But today, she beckoned you over to the window, saying she had something for you.
Golden light streamed into your room, glinting off her golden mask as she stood in the setting sun. She looked a bit flustered, as she impatiently put a hand on your shoulder to pull you closer.
Her golden lips met yours. But more than that, her tongue slipped into your mouth, meeting your own as it explored without hesitation, unconstrained by that agreement of two kisses.
Surprised at first, you eased into the intimate kiss, savoring it, as her delicate hand found the back of your neck. Her kingly attitude was left behind, she kissed you like you were worth your weight in gold - so much more than her indebted servant.
You put a hand on her waist, she didn’t reject it. Every second tasted sweeter than ambrosia.
But she pulled back eventually, swiping a finger across your lips, ones that were now certainly smudged with gold.
“Ahem,” she gathered herself again, although a blush remained on her cheeks. “I am aware I have already granted your request for two ’smooches,’ but I believe more may be appropriate if you are spending the rest of your days in my servitude.”
Your expression in response must have been exceedingly readable as the king smiled at you.
“For a one-track mind such as yours, such a life would be fitting, yes?”
She held your chin with one daintily-fingered hand, turning your head to one side, then planted a kiss that just barely touched the corner of your mouth.
“I won’t spoil you all the time, dearest..” Her teasing voice came close to your ear. “Next time, you will work for it. You would do best not let me down.”
You nodded the best you could with her hand still holding your chin. She smiled, letting go of your jaw, and your eye caught the new, gold wedding ring she now wore. It fit right in with her golden aesthetic. The King in Yellow herself, married to you, dreaming of you, with a ring to prove it.
As she left for the day with the evening light, you fingered your matching ring and smiled. A look in the bathroom mirror, you decided not to wash your face just yet, and left the gold lipstick on your face a little while longer.
You’d have an excellent breakfast waiting for her when the sun rises tomorrow, definitely worthy of another smooch.