Your husband, despite being the fearsome ‘King of Curses’, can act like quite the child sometimes. You’re his wife, not his personal servant—and yet here you are. Sitting on the edge of a large hot spring, his head back in your lap as he soaks in the warm, lavender smelling water, as steam rises and fogs the windows.

He lets out a small hum of approval as your hands gently run through his hair, massaging shampoo into his scalp and letting the water run down his face. “Mm.. I should demote you, He grumbles, an air of sarcasm evident in his tone. “From wife to servant. You’re far too good at this. Can’t let your skills go to waste, now can we?”