His mind decided it was time to torture his very being by supplying an image of the miko that resided in his presence. Wrapped in his arms, lying beneath him, smiling at him.
He glanced over to ask why she wondered about such things when he noticed her eyes were closed.
"Hn."
He cursed himself once again as he had been for the last few years. He had been a fool to allow the miko to remain away from his side for so long.
His chest rumbled in agitation. He had no intentions of allowing her to stay that way.
The miko would be his. She already was. Even if she herself did not realize.