Hannibal smiled as he watched her finally relent. He moved to tuck a few stray strands of hair behind her ear. “Of course my love. Afyerbour Hunt we can stay in bed together to your hearts content.”

He watched her reach for the moon tea and felt slightly sad. He hoped that one day she would refuse the tea one morning. “If my memory is correct...you should bleed over the next few days.” He head learned that there was a pattern.

He smiled at her question as he turned to set the breakfast tray across her lap. “All of your favorites. Including fire plums.” He said.