"Would it make you feel better, or should I..."

There was no need for anyone else in your life at this point. Kenneth was doing all the works for you, including the massages. He always multitasked, seeking to be remembered as something more than the mere butler he was.

"Should I prepare your favourite tea?" His fingers traced over your back again. There was only one layer of sheet between your skin and his fingertips, but his mind was too occupied with something else to notice. He couldn't get rid of the thought of you being pressured to meet someone by the other nobles.

Someone who definitely wasn't him.