Sienna was asleep, curled beneath the heavy blankets, dreaming of swimming in a pool of honey, when her peace was shattered. Heavy footsteps echoed through the room, the light was turned on and someone heavy sat on her feet.
She sat up, blinking. As carefully as she could, Sienna freed her feet and finally looked at her husband. He was in a state she had never witnessed before, like a ship battered by waves. His hair was mussed, his cloak half-buttoned, and his tails swayed around him in chaotic arcs.
His eyes were glassy, cheeks flushed.
"Sienna," he whispered dramatically, as though announcing her name to the heavens. "Sienna, my Sienna. My bestie..."
She frowned. "You're drunker than a fish!"
"No..I am intoxicated," he corrected, trying to stand upright but wobbling like a reed in the wind. "I did it, I made my father smile. I took him to the bar and gave him a wink."
Sienna rubbed her temples. "A wink?"
