Draconia Offline vol. 1

62.2. Back Home - Part 2

"So," Liana is looking at me with pursed lips. "You know what you did at least?"

I'm sitting on the edge of our bed with Erik and Gotrid, wrapped in blankets, and we're all afraid to meet her strict gaze. We're repenting obediently.

"I know what I did," I confess. "But I didn't do it on purpose!"

"And I believe you," she nods. "Still, it simply can't happen again. You're lucky only Celestials could feel it or we'd be in serious trouble."

I bite my lip. The reason why I'm being yelled at by my Viceroy right now is that I slipped during our love-making and let my feelings flow out. Literally. And Celestials in the skyscraper felt it. Translated: I just let all Celestial know that I'm having wild sex with my Consorts. Utterly embarrassing.

"It won't happen again?" Liana hisses.

"It won't happen again," I swear and nudge Gotrid who's barely holding up giggling.

"Good," she says, content. "Luviael got startled and dropped her tablet when it hit her. You'll buy her a new one from your salary, not the royal chamber budget."

"Noted," I repent but I'm actually glad Liana is still able to scold me like that even after what happened in the forest. As the Emperor, I won't tolerate disobedience but I need people who aren't afraid to give me their honest feedback, however harsh, if needed.

"And now let me rest for goodness' sake!" she cries. "I was about to finally fall asleep in my new bed, you know. And I bet I wasn't the only one, jet lag is a bitch."

"Sorry," I apologise again.

"Seriously, I'm starting to doubt whether having a telepathic Emperor is an asset or rather a nightmare," she mumbles grumpily under her breath on her way out.

"Okay, that was both embarrassing and hilarious," Gotrid finally dares to laugh.

"Not so much for me," I sigh. "Now everyone knows that..."

"So what?" Erik shrugs and is also chuckling. "Let them know their Emperor is well taken-care of by his Consorts."

I throw a pillow at him and suddenly there's a fierce pillow fight. With respect to Erik, we're not using telekinesis so he's actually winning over both of us because Celestials aren't the fastest and the most agile creatures when we can't fly. Then we fall into blankets, panting and laughing. And we fall asleep eventually.

*****

It sounds too good to be true but after we sleep off our jet lag, we're generously given one more day to organise our new apartment because there're no emergencies. I haven't had a day off since the Great Evolution started which feels like ages ago.

I'm watching Gotrid as he's putting his own geeky figures on the shelves and I can't stop smiling. This place finally feels like real home. We have enough space to put up our favourite things proudly on display, a cosy spot to chill in the evenings, a bed that will fit all three of us, a study that will allow me to keep work and private life separate while being conveniently close and Erik got his dreamy walk-in closet.

"Most of the clothes here are yours, though," he comments when thoroughly exploring the closet. "Your robes take a lot of space."

"Not my jurisdiction," I defend myself. "Talk to the maids about it."

"Just joking," he grabs my waist and pulls me closer. "The Celestial Emperor can't be seen in the same attire more than once a month. Besides, you know I like you in a princess dress."

"For the millionth time, it's not...!"

He silences me with a kiss.

"Hey, not fair!" Gotrid peeks inside only to catch me and Erik cuddling.