63 Heavy-Hearted.

That night, Yun Ki went to bed, with a smile tugging at the ends of his lips. 

He shimmied under his satin blanket, rubbing his feet together, to create some warmth. 

He cupped his own face to feel it heated up against he pads of his fingers. 

He almost couldn't recognise the whistles that had left his lips as he left Soojin's chamber and entered his own. 

He runs a finger over his lips, ones that were no longer peered shut in a straight line.

He was beaming, as he curled into a side, allowing his ash grey mane to take up majority of his bed. 

He couldn't believe the words that had left Soojin's mouth. 

All his wants and desires were coming true. 

He'd even thought of his Mother, remembering an incident when she'd forced him to settle down just for an heir and here he was, settling down with the girl he loved, who wanted to bear his seed. 

Things were calm, a little heated yet, calm.