Chains of Vengeance

Chapter 101: Future Plans

The first light of the sun filtered through the curtains, filling the room with a warm golden glow. The sounds of worship were slowly beginning to awaken, and a rooster crowed in the distance, marking the start of a new day. Narinder, however, was still immersed in the stillness of the early morning, enjoying the deepest, most restful sleep he had ever had in his entire life.

As he opened his eyes, he felt a familiar warmth beside him. He looked down, and there was Lambert, sleeping gently on his right pectoral. The lamb's breathing was calm, his small chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. Narinder watched him tenderly, his heart beating slowly, each beat resonating with a feeling of peace and fulfillment. He couldn't help but smile as his claws moved delicately to caress Lambert's wool, now somewhat disheveled after the action they had the night before.

And now, Narinder felt a very romantic connection to the lamb. Lambert murmured something in his sleep, snuggling even closer to him, and Narinder let out a soft sigh, as if that simple movement was enough to fill the emptiness he had felt for so long.

As his fingers ran through Lambert's disheveled wool, Narinder realized how much this love, this bond he had forged with the lamb, had changed him. He had spent centuries in solitude, fighting his own fears and grudges, but now, feeling Lambert's warmth at his side gave him a sense of home he had never known before. He was happy, truly happy, and that thought made him close his eyes for a few moments, as if he wanted to treasure this moment forever.

The bed was wide enough for both of them to have plenty of room, but Narinder didn't want any more distance between them than there already was. Lambert was a small source of light and warmth in his life, and Narinder felt as if, at last, his dark days had come to an end. This intimate and serene awakening together was something he had never imagined he would experience.

Without moving an inch, Narinder stayed like that, looking at Lambert, gently caressing him, enjoying every moment that the dawn gave them. While the world was still outside, in that bed, in that room, time seemed to belong only to the two of them.

Lambert woke up with a soft yawn, his eyes still full of the rest of the night. Seeing Narinder at his side, his lips curved into a warm smile, and without thinking, he pulled him close in a hug. The two shared a tender kiss, full of promises of love and loyalty.

Narinder purred with pleasure, and Lambert let out a bleat of joy. Without separating, they began to roll in bed, wrapped in that moment of play and affection. The bed was wide enough for both of them to let themselves go, rolling together, laughing in whispers and hugging each other tightly, as if they wanted to capture forever that moment of peace and shared happiness.

Finally, satisfied and with their hearts beating in sync, they both sat down, watching each other with a mixture of tenderness and humor. "Well," Lambert said, smiling, "we still have a cult to run, don't we?"

Narinder laughed softly, caressing Lambert's cheek. "Of course," he replied. "You're my husband and you'll be the perfect co-leader. You're already experienced," he added, his tone light and full of pride.

As he stood up, Narinder looked at his reflection and noticed that his fur was in complete disarray, but that didn't matter; a bright smile graced his face, and in his eyes was a glint of deep satisfaction. There before him was the reflection of someone who had finally found more than just a kingdom: a home, a family, and most of all, the love he didn't know he needed but now craved.

Lambert took his time in front of the mirror, carefully brushing his fluffy wool until it was spotless. Then he placed his red cloak over his shoulders, and as he adjusted the golden bell on his collar, he smiled with satisfaction. The soft tinkling of the bell seemed to reflect his mood.