147 A Better Man
"Sebastian?" her soft voice called from inside.
The king stood on the balcony of his chambers, watching the winter sun set over Treppa.
Freya wrapped the white feather stuffed quilt around her naked body and slipped off the silk sheets, making her way to see what he was doing out in the cold wind, without a shirt to shelter his sweaty skin from the elements.
The heavy quilt came with her, dragging on the floor.
"What are you thinking about?" she rested her head on the frame of the door and gave him the most heartwarming smile.
"Just about our future," he said looking seriously, "I wish for it to come soon and for things to be stable."
"Right," Freya looked down. Her long hair fell forward with the movement. "You speak of our child?"
"Of course," he smiled and moved closer.
His warm hug felt so comforting. She rested her cheek against his chest and enjoyed the ticklish feeling of him playing with her hair.