She had turned off the lights in the closet. A scarf had been placed to her mouth, silencing her sobs as she covered her face, overstimulated and exhausted and devastated, sitting in a corner in the small room. *** He rolled his eyes, going to brush his teeth.
He knelt down beside her, rubbing her back slowly. *** She fixed her collar before going to brush her teeth as well.
She sobbed into his shoulder, leaning against him. “Oh, Xav... what am I going to do?” ***. He looked over at her as she entered, raising one eyebrow.
She fell silent after a while, her face buried in his shoulder as she shuddered and tried to calm down. "...I love you..." she said quietly after a while. "I love you so much." * * * He squinted before spraying water at her.
She fell silent, her body clearly exhausted as she leaned against him. * * * He feigned innocence, frowning. "What?"
She was silent, but eventually, she stood up, looking down at him. "Come on," she said quietly, her voice hoarse with grief. "Let's go to bed." * * * He yelped. "No!"
He sat beside her, kissing her cheek. *** She flicked water at him before scampering out of the bathroom.
She leaned against him tiredly. "You know what this means for us, right?" * * * He frowned, sprinting after her and wrapping his arms around her waist, picking her up.
She closed her eyes. "We take the throne," she said, her voice terribly sad. "We're now the rulers of the kingdom."
"I am," she agreed, closing her eyes. "But we're the only two that are married. That gives us priority." * * * He brought her back to the bathroom, turning on the water.
