Sarain, the Palace of Adigun jin Wilima
Kalasin lay comfortably across his chest, her breathing soft and steady in sleep. She appeared so calm when she was sleeping, causing Adigun to wonder at how his spitfire wife could look so relaxed and content. Slowly, he eased himself out from beneath her warm body, his fingers brushing her bare shoulders lightly.
He wrapped himself in a robe and padded quietly into his office. The warlord picked his way carefully through the papers that lay scattered on the office floor and seated himself at his desk, completely empty save for a pile of signed documents. From one of the many drawers, he drew a paper requesting the removal of a K'miri clan from a patch of land wanted by a group of lowlanders. Adigun frowned and fingered the bridge of his nose; he disliked dealing with matters that concerned the K'miri. If he ruled against them he was sure to hear of it from Kalasin, yet if he ruled in favor of the K'miri, his much needed supporters would grow upset. For a moment Adigun sat, weighing his options. His thoughts soon turned to his wife sleeping so soundly in their bed. There was not need for Kalasin to know about this paper. Besides, if she did, he was sure he could easily pacify her with a few warm words and kisses.
After signing the paper and placing it in the middle of the stack of other approved documents, Adigun turned back towards his bedroom. Kalasin stirred and yawned as he slid into bed beside her. She opened sleepy eyes and looked questioningly at her husband.
"Adigun-" she muttered blinking up at him.
"Hush." He murmured, kissing her reassuringly. "Go back to sleep."
Kalasin smiled and snuggled warmly against him, closing her eyes without a fuss. Stroking his wife absently as she slipped quietly back to sleep, Adigun decided that he rather liked the idea of late night working.