Discovering Aya

5

In the morning, he arranges to be picked up and taken to the coastline. He takes the liberty to rearrange his schedule and that of his territories patrol team. Usually, he allows his second in command to handle these sort of changes and the arrangements that comes with them; However, it is short notice and it is currently five in the morning, and despite his position he could never be so inconsiderate to any of his people. He will let the man enjoy his sleep in the company of his wife because a wife is indeed a good thing to a man who finds one.

One day, Aya will be his wife and he will sleep in her warm embrace and be shower with love. Until then, he will just settle for showering Aya with his love, affection, and appreciation. Everything he has is to be put towards ensuring she was secure and all his attention is now for her happiness. He takes the dream and the fact that she often runs off to the river as a sign that she enjoys swimming, and so today he will take her to the sea so she can bask in the sunlight and enjoy the ocean. 

Actually, what he is planning is to visit one of his other home's. It is larger than the one he currently occupies and as a consequence causes him to experiences loneliness; as a result he only visits during the the habitation in the summertime.

As he is finalizing his arrangements, Aya stumble's into his office sleepily, "Ambrose," she murmurs rubbing her eyes softly with the back of one hand her feet wobbling slightly and when he looks up he notices that she is in fact not awake. 

She Somnambulates only when he leaves the room for an extended period while she is still asleep, it is as if she can somehow sense his absence. She always finds him, though he makes an effort not to leave the room while she is still asleep because he does not want her falling down the stairs in search for him as he observed the movements to be highly uncoordinated when she walks in her sleep. 

He gets up from his chair remembering how the little somnambulist nearly caused his heart to stop in his chest the first time, he was using the bathroom when she burst through the doors and he nearly died from shame thinking she had seen his nakedness'. 

He walks to the door to grab her as he reaches she stumbles into his chest and he scoops the woman up into his arms before taking her back to his desk with him. He sits down with Aya in his lap careful not to startle or wake her- knowing that if she scares he will surely get hurt in the process.

That he knows from experience. 

She is not a confused person when jolted awake- no- she is combative and actually exhibits great strength when she's afraid and confused.

Strong enough to strike him down; she literally knocked the air out of his lungs and started swinging at him she had even cut him with her nails in the process. It did heal, however, that is a mistake he will not make again because it hurt like a plague and he couldn't really defend himself against her, so he accepted the beating. His second in command had laughed when he told him about the incident. Not believing such a petite woman could knock him flat on his backside.

Currently, Aya's head rests on his firm chest hands clinging to the fabric of his shirt, the heat from her hands seeming to pulse against his own skin through the thick knit fabric as she snuggles into him. She is remarkably softer than him, a parallel to him in every respect even in temperment.

Ambrose finishes everything expeditiously wanting to take his intended back to bed. Maybe there was no need for separate bedchambers after all. After finishing he rises with Aya in his arm, deciding that a bit more sleep will not hurt either of them, strolling leisurely to his bedroom holding Aya comfortably in his large muscular arms as she clings still to his shirt. The door to his bedroom is open so he walks right in and pushes it closed with his foot. Walking to the bed he sits on the edge kicking of his night shoes before moving to the center of the bed and laying down with Aya still in his arms immediately falling into a deep sleep from the exhaustion he feels from his lack of sleep the night before.