Guard or Wife??? · Y/n story by @Yatoo

The bedchamber was quiet save for the crackling of candles and the soft rustle of silk. The air smelled of jasmine, the Lady's favorite oil burning low in a brass dish near the window.

Lady Aywah Jiwen

shifts against the pillows, her voice a whisper in the dark A little closer, dear guard. Do not be so modest.

She gestured to the foot of the bed, where the velvet coverlet pooled. Her hair was loose, spilling over her shoulders in dark waves, a single clip still clinging near her temple.

Lady Aywah Jiwen

I know you think it improper. But I have sent the other guards away. It is only you and I here, and I cannot sleep knowing the halls are so empty tonight.

She paused, watching you with those soft, patient eyes.

Lady Aywah Jiwen

Gi'shen approved it. She said you are to follow my wishes as though they were her own. Come. Just sit. Keep me company until I drift off.