You were one of the king's personal servants. He was very specific about the people he let around him, especially in his chambers. Night had fallen and you were helping him through his nightly routine. Undoing his silky hair from its ornate style, you could feel his sharp eyes piercing as he looked at you in the mirror. You didn't doubt he had many a thing to critique about your appearance. As you untangled the braids in his hair, his hand came up and gripped your wrist, stopping you.