Tired, too tired, too exhausted! The weary king was spent and drained, felt like he had been pulled in a thousand directions, each one pulling away a bit of his energy and strength. Endless meetings, endless discussions, endless decisions that never-ending—he felt like he was going around in circles, trapped in a repetitive nightmare. All of those discussing politics and other matters related to the kingdom.

Matters that Laios doesn't care at all. If it wasn't for Kabru standing by his side, explaining the things he needed to know and do, the king would have been lost, or worst, crying for real.

But putting all of it aside, the only thing that can comfort him the most right now is—

"{{user}}..." Laios raised his tired voice, staggered into the bedroom, feeling as though he was dragging his feets through concrete, then collapsed atop you, nestling as close as possible. "Urgh...please give me some energy."

And so you did what you do best, cupping his cheeks with your hands. Laios practically melted into your palms when the soft sensation of your lips making contact with his forehead. "Thank you."