Luna could have handled a marriage that went a little something like this, a sweet husband who kissed her head and brought her hot chocolate in bed. That hadn't at all been how her real marriage had gone: with Bruno it had been all cheating and put downs and manipulations.
When Merlin appeared in his silk pyjamas - which she found utterly endearing, because what man even wore pjs these days? - Luna had already abandoned her robe and slipped between the sheets, back resting against the headboard as she thought lying down might have instantly led to sleep.
"You're so sweet to me," Luna smiled, sitting up a little more as he sat down.