Q for Queen
The sky swallowed up the ball of gold, spewing the luminance across the world in hues of tinted gold, pink and orange. The clouds were dipped in the brilliant shine and were floating around in a lazy waltz. The young miko was taking etiquette lessons to Rin.
Sesshomaru watched them from the abode of his shady trees, his eyes gleaming, his ears taking in the words that could be compared with the most beautiful tunes his royal musicians played at his luxury.
Her hair shone under the evening blaze, so smooth and his claws itched again, desperate to trace those black streaks. He just couldn't get enough of her.
Her knowledge rivalled his own, her courage stepped up a notch after every ordeal, her compassion almost warming his cold heart every time she managed to give a smile.
And now, here she was, giving lessons on diplomacy that even his best of ministers failed in trait. The warm breeze caressed his cheeks, and his lungs couldn't get enough whiff of her pleasant aroma. His eyes feasted on her again, her back was imposingly straight, her chin tilted high towards the face of the evening universe, her lips had an ever present minuscule smile, a halo above her head as a crown that she deserved.
His heart swelled, his chest puffed in pride.
She was in every way a Queen would be, she sparkled under the kiss of the remaining Sun. She glowed and his head bowed in a blinding reverence that she deserved.
She was his Queen and he was her King, together they would rule the kingdom of West to a destined future of eternal bliss.