[Clafford Mansion]
After a few more heated moments, Daniel finally slowed, pulling Anna into his arms and holding her close. The room settled into a quiet warmth, broken only by the steady rhythm of their breathing.
"You are never satisfied, are you?" Anna hissed, wincing slightly as she shifted, the protest dulled by exhaustion.
Daniel chuckled, the sound vibrating against her. "You're irresistible, wifey. And don't put this on me. You're the one who started it," he corrected, earning a sharp scowl from her.
They lay there in silence after that, Daniel's fingers absentmindedly threading through her hair, a soothing contrast to the intensity that had come before.
After a while, Anna turned in his arms, resting her chin against his chest. "What will you do if the Stewards keep insisting on meeting you?" she asked quietly. "Will you spare them?"
