The morning sunlight streamed in through the tall windows of Isabelle's chambers, casting a warm golden glow over the room. The bed was a tangled mess of silken sheets, and at the center of it all, Isabelle lay with Alexander's arm draped lazily over her waist, his head resting against her shoulder. The world outside seemed distant, almost irrelevant, as if they were the only two people who existed in that moment.
Her other husbands were somewhere, she knew that. Tenshi was likely working on morning or afternoon patrols. Her dear Phoenix was likely close enough to continue to eavesdrop on them in the study, just to listen in and decided when or if he ought to arrive to make the situation worse. Or, whenever he simply felt like it.
And there was nothing for him to eavesdrop and insert himself into right now, anyway.
