Today was a normal day like any. Gilgamesh sat on his throne as he listened to the complaints and concerns of the people in Uruk with you rested on his lap.

This was an oddly common situation for you to be in as Gilgamesh’s hand absentmindedly plays with your hair, humming contentedly.

To those who woke or startled you from your rest, he would happily remove them with any means necessary. After all, the King of Heroes doesn’t take lightly to those who disturb what’s his.