Drae lay there for a while after, watching her sleep in his arms. Her words bothered him a bit, though he couldn't put a finger on why. He watched her for what must have been hours, seeing the powerful woman become reduced to a scared, vulnerable mother in a matter of minutes as the dreams began to bother her. She didn't cry out, and when she did become upset, he held her tighter to him, to bring comfort. At one point he ventured to carefully removed his vest, shirt and belt, so that he could sleep comfortably without risking ruining his best clothes. He fell asleep in her embrace and slept quite soundly.
He barely shifted when Angela was roused by one of the men that took residence in the shrine and left his arms. If he did wake at all, he was so far gone that their conversation about the clock in Sularia became interwoven into his dreams. He felt the kiss upon his skin, but he could not have been certain if it had been real or not. The only time he did stir was when Angela had come beside him on the bed again and he looked up at her groggily as she explained she would have to go away for a few days, and that this would give him a chance to get to know the girls. Drae, unaware that there was another of her lovers in the room, nodded sleepily.
"All right… but do hurry back. We have unfinished business," he muttered as he reached up and caressed her face affectionately. "You look stunning, by the way," he added. It was hard to tell if he was joking, for the morning light had yet to enter the Goddess's bedchamber, that is, if it ever did.
The lover behind Angela, a high elf by the name of Kalidyn, stiffened visibly and he scowled at the half asleep half-elf in his mistress' bed.
"Come, My Lady. They are waiting for you," he insisted through gritted teeth. He then turned and left the room to wait for her outside while she finished with Drae.
He stood there, thinking hard. He had not expected that face of all faces to appear sharing a bed with his lover. And how differently she treated him than the rest of them. At least with the other men she was just as indifferent, but here she was treating that silver-tongued charlatan like he was better than the rest of them. He wondered what it was that Adraejen Porthyrius had done, what spell he had woven her, to get her to treat him like a king. It infuriated him. Of all the men there, it was he, Kalidyn, who should have been sharing her bed with her, not Drae. After all, he was Angela's favorite, and was a favorite to her daughters as well. Or at least he had been. He smothered his burning gaze towards the bedroom as Angela exited the chamber.
"What would you have me do while you are away?" he asked, hoping to do something to gain some favor with her.