Under the Oak Tree - A Sip of Momentary Grace

Act III - The Evening Ritual

They walked back to their chambers hand in hand after instructing the servants to prepare for them a bath. How long had it been since they had spent time together like this? As Max's mind began to tire, the glimmer in her grey eyes dulled and her shoulders curled inwards. Without hesitation, Riftan lifted her up and bundled her small frame against his sturdy chest to carry her into the room.

He undressed her swiftly and their unspoken routine commenced as Riftan quietly lathered up Maxi's hair. He took his time massaging the tangles out of her locks and washed her body with no instruction nor reservations. Max let out a satisfying groan as she melted into his feverish touch. The gentle giant crawled into the tub behind her, curling protectively around her body.

Every inch of her wet and supple body was caressed with his rough, calloused hands. He kissed her temples and whispered sweet nothings as he traced his fingers over her skin. How wonderful it was to wash away the anxieties and sorrows of the day with her doting husband.

Riftan nuzzled his face into the crane of her neck as they drifted off to sleep together in their warm bed. His strong arm cradled her waist, securing her comfortably against himself. His warm breath tickled as he inhaled the fragrant smell of roses from the soap they shared.

"Maxi..." He murmured, half asleep. When did she start feeling like her name had a special ring to it whenever he spoke? She pressed herself against him and satisfaction enveloped her body as she fell asleep to the sound of his breathing.

Good night...