Belmyrs simply nodded at Ithilwen’s words, but he knew better than to only rely on something his beloved told him. It was easy to say things, and he even trusted Ithilwen meant every word of it, but it was still nothing more than words. His royal council was to hold a meeting soon, to see what must be done, as he feared the poorest of the people could come to starve if they did nothing. Belmyrs knew he wasn’t going to do nothing, that just wasn’t the kind of king he was.
  “I feel like this rain isn’t what it seems to be”, Ithilwen said as he put the sketchbook down on the desk, before he reached his hands up to the crown on Belmyrs head. “Something is very off with the clouds. You must see it too, right?”
  Belmyrs lowered his head for Ithilwen, and only for him, as he let him loosen the antlers from his black hair. “I do. I’ll talk to the council tomorrow morning.”
  When Ithilwen turned to put the crown on the desk, Belmyrs laid his arms around him in a soft embrace and breathed in the scent of Ithilwen from his silver hair. The kitsune had a lovely scent of forest and wilderness in a way which reminded of his true fox-like shape, but also wonderful herbs and some of the roses lingered on him as well. This was how he wished to grow old, with Ithilwen forever by his side.