The Sorcerer's Bride 8 Magically Drained

After she and the queen had finished talking, Zylvia headed to her and Kaldrek's room. It was the first time she had ever been in it, so she took a minute to examine her surroundings.

The door she had come through was in the southern wall. There were two wooden closets on the eastern and western walls. The one on the eastern wall was midnight black with elaborate designs on it drawn in red. While that one was entirely new to her she recognized the one on the other wall. It was a white closet with elegant silver handles and was of a sweetly simple design. Someone must have brought it here.

There was also a bookshelf and a desk pushed against the eastern wall made in the same style as the black wardrobe. The desk was a bit of a mess with papers stacked up on it, as well as some books that had been taken off of the bookshelf next to it lying haphazardly on it.

On the western wall, only a few feet away from the dresser there was a dresser set up. It was an almost golden brown color and had a vanity mirror attached to it.

In the middle of the room was a bed that was more than large enough for two people. It was covered in a black blanket as well as a half dozen pillows. Over it there was a dark blue canopy that billowed around the bed's frame. A few feet behind the bed. on the northern wall, there was a door that led to a balcony.

'Kaldrek kinda has a dark colored theme going on here,' She mused as she headed over to her dresser. She pulled out a white nightgown that started at her shoulders and ended in a billowing cloud at her feet. She smiled as she changed into it. It had always been her favorite nightgown.

After she had changed, Zylvia sat down to deal with her hair. She pulled it out of the elaborate hairstyle that Celia had put it in. After she managed to get all the pins out, Zylvia started brus.h.i.+ng her hair.

She was almost finished with her hair when she heard the door open and close. She immediately glanced up, looking at her husband.

Kaldrek headed straight towards the bed and fell face forward onto the pillows. His wild hair fell around his head framing his jagged looking pointed ears, which was a physical manifestation of his bloodline.

The way his hair was falling around his ears made Zylvia's hands itch to run her fingers through it...

"Tired?" She asked the question to keep her thoughts from wandering.

"Drained," Kaldrek's voice was m.u.f.fled by the pillow. "If I try to cast any spells right now I would probably end up in a coma."

Sorcerer's magic worked differently than that of wizards. While wizards relied on outside sources to cast spells, a sorcerer relied on their own manna to cast spells. While this provided a study source to use for magic, it could also be dangerous as if you used too much manna you could end up in a coma or if you really overextended even dead. Thankfully, it was fairly easy to replenish manna by getting enough rest. A good diet could also help.

"You know I won't bite you if you lay down beside me." Kaldrek turned his head a little and looked at her. "We can have a sleepover, though I will probably be out fairly quickly."

Zylvia laughed as she walked over, "You are lying on top of the covers. Climb in, you don't want to catch a cold, do you?"

Kaldrek groaned softly as he sat up so he could get the covers out from under him, "Fine, I'll sleep under the covers."

She made sure he was completely in before slipping inside the covers herself, though she made sure to keep about a foot away from him. "So a sleepover, huh?"

"Yeah..." Kaldrek sounded rather sleepy. "We can talk until I collapse from exhaustion."

"Or I could sing you a lullaby," Zylvia suggested. "You look like you really need to sleep." She glanced over at Kaldrek and noticed that his eyes had closed and he had already fallen asleep. She suppressed a giggle. 'Huh, he had really been tired.'

She gazed at him for awhile listening to his even breathing. He looked so helpless while he was sleeping and Zylvia realized that he was at her mercy.

She scooted closer to him and reached out a hand and stroked his hair. It delighted her that his hair was just as soft as it looked.

Because it was giving her a cramp to reach up to touch his hair, she gently pulled him so his head was on top of her chest.

He stirred slightly as she was doing this and she froze, hoping that she had not waken him. However he only threw one of his arms around her waist and continued sleeping deeply.

Zylvia let go of the breath she had been holding, and went back to stroking his hair. It was a lot easier now, and she actually felt pretty comfortable like this.

It wasn't long before she fell asleep as well.