"Must you do this each time I am off duty?" He asks through a soft chuckle, his lips curl into a subtle smile, a testament to the pleasure he derived from the simple act.

The tender touch of your fingers, deftly entwining and shaping his locks into intricate braids, ignited a profound sensation within him—one that he cherished far beyond what he openly admitted. This intimate pastime had undoubtedly become his most treasured indulgence, a stolen moment of respite from his knightly obligations.