Queen Mira-
A formal dinner with the clergy is not how I wanted to see Iroquois in a nice suit. But damn does he clean up well. Honestly, he can wear nothing, and I’m drooling.
His chiseled body is covered in tattoos. I love watching him walk around naked. Goddess, I love that he sleeps naked. Now I’m watching him in a black suit with a black shirt, and I swear I want to skip dinner altogether.
He still hasn’t had the conversation with me about earlier with the elders. We really need to have that talk before we see them again. Iroquois takes down his hair and brushes it. Now fully jet black. He just shaved and tapered the sides after his shower. He silently brushes his hair back.
“Let me,” I say softly. Patting the chair in our bedroom. He sits quietly. I run my fingers through his h
