A Fruitful Discussion
Asher's eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the soft, early light that filtered through the room.
Beside him, Grace lay with her head propped on her hand, watching him with a tender smile that softened her aged yet elegant features.
"You're awake?" Asher asked with a small smile, though he instinctively went to sit up, feeling like he'd slept longer than he planned.
But Grace pressed a gentle hand to his chest, holding him down as she said, "Stay put. You needed a full night's rest. Even a demon king like you should take a breath and slow down once in a while. I'm sure your wives must nag you to do the same."
Asher chuckled, taking her hand and brushing a kiss across her knuckles, "You think I'm trying to leave so soon? With any of my women, that's the last thing I'd want."
"Oh… am I your woman now?" she replied with a smirk, "At my age, I'm honored to make it to your list."