Following the grand ball, Magnus was thrown into a torrent of political maneuvering and courtly affairs for the following week. From dawn until well past dusk, he was swamped with meetings, dispatches, and the seemingly endless stream of decisions that come with ruling an empire. Yet, when he saw Cassiopeia walk into his study, a radiant vision in silken robes, everything else faded away.
"My love," he sighed, standing up and taking her into his arms, "you are the calm in my storm. My solace in my chaos."
Cassiopeia smiled, nestling into his embrace. "And you, are my Emperor, my world, my love, my everything." Magnus chuckled while his golden eyes glimmer.
Magnus led her to the ornate couch, his eyes never leaving hers. "Tell me, what do you desire? Is there anything you wish for?" Cass
