Quincy
Mar nodded against his shoulder. “Yeah, he was.” She sounded pleased about it, which probably meant Valgar wasn’t about to...
The thought had no time to take hold before a wave of joy came from his mate. Oh. So Valgar was pleased?
It was hard not to feel like he should have asked for permission.
“Did you... tell him?”
His lover grumbled, clearly not happy to be interrogated, and Quincy breathed out and dragged a blanket over her shoulders, smiling at himself.
He didn’t know much, but even in such short acquaintance, he could tell Valgar and Mar were in agreement about almost everything.
Or perhaps they weren’t, they objected to the others’ ideas and actions frequently when discussing state matters, but they did it with the knowledge that they would find a solution that suited them both.
And unbelievably, that was what they were inviting him into. Not their beds or their bodies, but this; the joy of a partner to walk by your side, catch you when you stumbled and hold your hand when you were being brave.
He closed his eyes, resting his face against Mar’s shoulder and focused on the bond. Come, he invited, tugging, and there were no words, but he felt Valgar’s responding joy loud and clear.