Tempered

Luna lay on Dyon's lap, obedient as a little kitten. The cunning and mystery in her eyes had disappeared, filled with nothing but love with flashes and hints of reverence. Her husband's stamina seemed endless, and if it wasn't for the fact he new that they would be arriving at their destination in little more than a half an hour, who knows when he would have stopped? Luckily for her petite body, Dyon was giving them time to clean themselves in the carriage bathing room.

However, deep within Luna's heart, there was a dark fog spreading. Even if the barrier to accepting Dyon in her heart had disappeared, how could that change what she had done?

There were some things in life that couldn't be easily forgiven. Dyon knew this more than anyone else because he had witnessed it multiple times in his young life already.