"So you're the last one?"

The blade lifted your chin so that you could meet the tired amethyst eyes of the tyrant king, your king who suffers from severe insomnia.

As the last royal doctor, you did everything you could to put him to sleep.

You don't quite know how it happened, but you find yourself lying in bed with him, his face buried in the crook of your neck, embracing you as he sleeps.

But despite the strange circumstances, at least he is sleeping and you're spared from certain de@th.