Days passed and I was blissfully happy.

After my ankle was completely healed I spent hours tending to the now flourishing garden. When I wasn't watering or weeding I was laying in the grass or walking through the forest. And when I wasn't doing either of those, I was warming my master's bed.

Hypnos took full advantage of my status as his consort, by now, the mere sound of his voice made my knees tremble. There was never a time when I had to pleasure myself because he always left me exhausted and sated. Although recently, he'd been trying to make me come to him.

Whenever I wanted to feel him on me, I had to seek him out. But I wasn't making it easy in the slightest. Most days I saw what he wanted and I'd give him little brushes that taunted him, if it was successful, he'd have me begging for release, if not, I only annoyed him.

Mostly, it was because I could never bring myself to ask him to touch me. I would much rather that Hypnos initiate whatever he wanted instead of me specifically asking, it was easier that way, and much less awkward.

Besides, I liked it, obviously. I liked it when he whisked me away and teased me for hours. I liked that he dominated me. After seasons of being the eldest, having someone else to look after me was... nice. And Hypnos did it spectacularly.

Like now, for instance.

"Master!" I cried and twisted my fingers in the silk sheets. He'd been teasing me for the better part of an hour, sliding his fingers up my thighs and brushing his thumbs over my sore pink nipples. My body was a mess of bruises and bite marks, courtesy of Hypnos.

"Hush, someone will hear," he whispered with a smug grin on his face. Currently, we were lying in my room. With the door open.

Moonlight poured through the windows, and I knew for a fact that no one was sleeping.

I had been bathing when Hypnos came knocking on my door. And when no one answered, he let himself in. I wasn't too self conscious

I bit down on my lower lip and nodded once. He kissed the crook of my neck and slid his hand down my bare side.