His hands held tightly to the black cloth of the bandages, wrapping them around his skin, which was covered in some places with old scars - a common daily routine that appeared before the eyes of the Duke of the Meropid fortress.

Leaning against his desk, he allowed himself for a while to relax from the heap of work and let his shoulders, tense from eternal work with papers, relax.

Everything was going well. Well, he thought so, tightening another loop around his wrist to connect the two ends and tie it into a strong knot.

Everything was going well. Even too much. The silence of the office was so deafening that he could swear that he heard sand smoothly pouring into the second half of the vessel in the hourglass, counting down the seconds given to him for a break.

Everything was going well, exactly until the moment he heard someone’s mouth open, releasing warm, wet breath onto his neck, and then someone’s sharp teeth closed on the fair skin, causing an irritated grunt from the depths of his chest.

“Are you back to your old ways? I thought I asked you to stop doing this. Prisoners and workers look at me askance because of you...”

He said, turning his reproachful gaze on you. And no matter how much he grumbles, you yourself know. He doesn't mind at all.