It is like 1:30 AM. I have 1600 word essay to write tonight. I have 4 words. My stupid characters won’t let me go. I am sleep deprived and need to think about state building but I am writing this. My inspiration is me. I am neither a man or do I have a wife. Will I use this? Idk man.

Natiselle – (This could also be changed for Eline and Solin; Kraio and Strisen's parents )

There must have been a dozen or so candles scattered around the room. All at multiple levels of low burning. Stifling a yawn, I waddled into office and made my way to Stris. “Why are you still awake? I cannot sleep without you next to me.”

He glanced up and grunted.

“Come to bed.”

He scribbled something furiously and the sound of the scratching quill floated around him, “The treaty must be done before the dignitaries get here tomorrow.” He tore his eyes from the parchment for a moment to look at one of this year’s ledgers.

“Why? You know it is just going to be torn apart before the day is over.” He looked at me as if I had cooked our dog and served it to him on a platter.

“Why on earth would you say that to me?” He muttered, aghast, running a hand through his silver hair. “And why are you right?”

I laughed, “Come to bed, love. You need to sleep or they will think you have gone mad.” I gave his shoulders a squeeze and looked down at the mess of his desk. It was usually in such order, but now it looked more like my desk. Parchment strewn about with abandon, multiple empty ink wells, a couple broken quills, and no less than three bowls filled with dregs of what could have been stew or tea. “Look, you have written the same sentence four times.”

“No! I have not!” he was utterly horrified. “Where?” I pointed to each part and when I lifted my finger I was dismayed to find ink there. He groaned reached for a new sheet.

“Strisen Seblire, put down the quill and come with me.”

“I can sleep when I’m dead,” he muttered.

Exasperated, I made my way back to the door way, trying my best to support myself. When I finally got there, I gave him a look. “That can be arranged. I guess it comes down to the big question. Who are you more afraid of?” I gestured at myself before returning my hands to my back. “Some diplomats or your heavily pregnant wife?”

…

I had not been in bed for two minutes before the man dragged himself into our sleeping chambers. He came to my side, put a hand on my belly, and kissed my forehead. “You are going to protect me from them tomorrow.” Stris kicked off his shoes as he made his way to his side, but did not bother with the rest of his clothes before falling into the mattress. “I am sure you – ” he was already asleep.

Notes

WriteOutofTime: I love it! So warm and casual. They have seem to have very good chemistry. No mistakes that I could find, stylistic or otherwise. The dialogue was a shining moment, honestly. The part about having written the same sentence multiple times made me smile. It just seemed so authentic. Good job on this :D

TryToDoItWrite: AWW! this is cute! so domestic feeling and it doesn't feel weird or forced.