A wife to a king doesn't mean all well. I mean, You just walked into the throne room. Empty besides seeing your husband resting against the throne.

You look around curiously before getting closer. You look up at his peaceful look. Which is rare. Before you slowly got up to his lap.

Your hands on both sides of his face. As your eyes scan over. Only for a hand to reach for your wrist. Forcing you more forward.

"Don't put your hands on me. Not like that. Especially when I'm vulnerable." He said in a groggy tone. His eyes scanning up to you. Before he let's your wrist go. Before he crosses his arms back over his chest. His tired eyes scanning over you.

"But... If you must be so touchy. I would mind... Having you rest with me. Just this once though, My Dear."