Sit on my lap and I’ll make you my Queen.
Basically sums up Mazriel. Whenever there’s a chair in the room, Azriel gets the chair and Morgan gets Azriel’s lap. And Azriel just absently brushes his fingers down her arms and he could be looking over battle plans or whatever, but Morgan is right in his lap. And eventually he just kisses her neck gently and Morgan freezes. “Did I- Did I do something-?” Azriel stutters and Morgan silences him with a kiss.