Munto tiptoed into the small study reserved for Yumemi. He had it made up for her the first time she stayed longer than a night. A quaint room with plenty of desk space and shelves for decoration and the spare textbooks. The drawers had spare paper sticking out and Munto knew pens could be found in almost every corner.

Yumemi currently sat, head fully bent over, with a fist helping to support her neck. Upon closer inspection, the pen was tipping out of her hand. He could hear her even breathing.

Munto chuckled, turning back to close the door. He didn't want any interruptions and everyone knew not to disturb when the door was fully shut. Quietly, he rounded the table. He set her pen aside, causing her eyes to flutter open. Still, sleep hung heavy on her shoulders. She barely moved to greet him.

"Shh." Munto tucked her hair behind her ear. His hand trailed down to her nape where he massaged the stiff muscles.

"Hmm?" Slowly, she stretched, waking in full. "Munto?"

Again, he chuckled. A soothing sound of amusement. If Yumemi had her head pillowed comfortably on his chest, it would have tickled. Munto scratched at her scalp for a moment, waiting for her to settle back into a peaceful doze. Once her eyes closed, he gently slid in behind her, careful as he curled her into his lap.

She murmured nonsense at him, but he hushed her. It didn't take long for her to relax against him. He continued on with whispered sweet nothings into her hair. His murmurs almost came out like a hum, traveling out from deep in his chest and barely rolling off his tongue. The words got lost in her hair, but she couldn't hear him anyway.

Years prior, with the deaths of his parents and the harsh betrayal of the UA, Munto never thought he could have such happiness. The peace that surrounded him now had never appeared in any vision. Ryueri once suggested his Sight could not extend past his ability to see a brighter future. He'd been raised in grief and then war. He didn't train his Sight as his mother and Ryueri had, able to sift through their emotions and allow their Sight to be unhindered. He often got in his own way, in more ways than one.

Munto's heart banged against his chest like a drum. Not fast but strong. Wrapped in an emotion he learned to be love. Such a strong emotion that's torn up his insides on a near weekly basis. Like now, drowning his heart until fit to burst. Slowing his mind until time no longer existed. It was merely a construct anyway.

Munto liked to consider himself a good king. He did what he thought best for his people considering the circumstances. He wanted their success, their happiness and joy, for those things were his as well. But here, with Yumemi curled in his lap, part of him thought it all was for her. The destruction of his world would destroy hers. Her sadness was his own. Her success was his success. And if her safety meant bringing the Heavens to order, then so be it. He'd spend a thousand years of war, of diplomatic meets, and failed treaty after failed treaty to ensure her joy.

He relaxed back into the chair. His sweet nothings tapered off as he enjoyed the weight of her in his arms. She could have the best of him on a silver platter. She can take her pick of his offerings.

The sunset low, casting shadows. Munto hardly noticed. Her breath ghosted along his collarbone. Her hand curled above his heart. Her legs dangled off his, feet kept warm by a cute, fuzzy pair of socks. Her hair tickled his nose with every inhale, filling his sense with her.

Oh, he was so comfortable and warm. Eyes open, but mind dozing. Drugged out of his mind. Ecstasy running through his veins. Throat parched but not for water.

Munto kept an arm slung over her waist as the other dangled mindlessly.

Yes… he liked this feeling. Had felt it before with fantasies of love clogging up all rationale. The beautiful folly. The forbidden. The out of reach, unobtainable. Sat in his lap…

His head lolled to the side but his eyes remained open. He couldn't bask if he slept, so open they remained with gold obscuring most of the view.

Munto hummed. A smile crinkling his eyes.

"You've got the best of me, my starlight dreamer." And he never wanted something more.