Tucian strode into the library. Amara sat in a large chair with her knees pulled up, reading intently, lost in a story, and biting her bottom lip. She sipped on some orange soda and set it on the side table. He thought she looked like a child looking at a picture book. Adorable. He made his way over to her.
“Hello, darling.” He knelt in front of her chair.
“Oh, hey.” Amara tilted her book toward herself to look at him. “When did you get here?”
“A few minutes ago. What are you reading?”
“Grimm’s Fairytales,” she answered. “Not the happiest of tales, but interesting.”
“But you can’t learn anything from that nonsense.” He gave her a curious look.
“Says you,” Amara teased. “I happen to learn a lot from them.”
Tucian laughed. “You do need to keep progressing in your combat skills though. It’s important.”
“Not to me. Not right now.” She smiled down at him. “Other things are occupying my attention.” She leaned down and kissed him.
Tucian pulled away. “It is important. To me.” He pushed her hair from her face and combed his fingers through the length of it, over her shoulder.
“You’re very persuasive, you know.” Amara looked into his serious eyes. “Fine. I promise we can do some training. For you.” She kissed him again.
“Good girl.” Tucian smiled.
“After this last tale!” She stole her book back and giggled.
Tucian shook his head. “You’re lucky you’re so cute.”
“You’re lucky I love you so much. Giving up my reading time is serious business.”
“I am lucky.” He kissed her. “My Amara.” Tucian held her in his arms, cuddling her tightly in the chair as she read. He rested his head on hers with a happy grin until she was done.