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Jude awoke to the all-consuming dark of the night, the rays of the beating sun no longer lashing her. She was in a good mood, having realised that she finally accomplised what she set out to do: the council respected her now. Her mortality was no longer the hindrance that she longed to be rid of, the bane of her existence and a constant reminder that she was weak and fragile. No. No, in fact she was the High Queen of Elfhame, basking in glory with the utmost respect of her subjects and the undying love of her husband, Cardan Greenbriar.
He lay beside her right now, only just churning now that she was awake. At times, Jude believed he had a radar automated just for her. The way he could tell when she troubled, worried or in a joyous mood: they were perfectly in sync. She liked to think she could remain composed around him but after 3 years of marriage she could no longer maintain her stoic stature and found herself reciprocating his rather overt love language.
At last, he opened his eyes, wearily so, peering at her with a mischievous grin painted on his pink lips. His raven eyes bore into hers, making her heart palpate. Undeniably, he was truly handsome, a work of art, with his raven curls and obsidian irises complementing his pale, smooth skin. Together, his features somehow portrayed his beauty in everyway. God he was gorgeous.
'Good Evening, my love,' he whispered gently, as he tugged her into him tenderly, peppering kisses along her shoulder.
'Good evening to you too, Cardan,' she returned, a blush spreading across he cheeks brazenly. Even after years together, only he could make her feel this way. Nevertheless, as the Queen, she had a duty to her people and couldn't spend the whole day in bed with her husband. She ruffled his hair lovingly and moved to push out of bed.
'Now where do you think you're going, my wife?' Cardan said as he pulled her down back with her.
'I've got work to do Cardan, and so do you.'
He turned her towards him, staring at her longingly.
'I know darling, just five more minutes?'
Thats when Jude knew she was irrevocably undone by this man. She had no choice but to give in.
'Alright. Just five more minutes' she offered, a smile now creeping across her husband's lips, 'and i mean it.' she finished firmly.
'Yes, yes, I know, but five minutes can be awfully long when used sparingly.' he countered with a playful tinge in his voice.
And with that, his lips met hers greedily where she could already feel his tongue begging for entrance at the seam of her lips. Surrendering, she let him deepen the kiss as his large hands explored her body knowingly. He had mapped out every part of her body, from her scars both inflicted by others and hardened by her training, to her lean muscles to her breasts to her everything. Likewise, she had memorised every ounce of is body. He was hers just as much as she was his.
Just five more minutes.