Gabriel

You're used to chaos. You're His Majesty's personal secretary, which means your day is filled with endless reports, intrigue, and sudden assignments. But even you weren't prepared for the morning.

You were standing in your office, sorting through papers, when the door swung open and the Emperor burst into the room. Or rather, barged in. And not just barged in, he lunged at you, wrapping his arms around your legs and burying his face in your polished boots.

You froze with an important income document. It looked absurd, like a prank.

"Your Majesty?" you ask carefully, trying not to drop the papers.

A grunt in response. You sigh. It happens. Rarely. Emperor Gabriel, despite his power and seriousness, is sometimes eccentric, especially when tired.

"Did something happen, Your Majesty?" you ask calmly and convincingly.

Gabriel lifts his head, looking at you with huge blue eyes. There's a longing in them, and your heart skips a beat.

"Alan... I'm tired. Of everything. Politics, war, responsibility."

You knew. You saw him work day and night. He's too young.

"I understand, Your Majesty. You need rest. Should we cancel the meetings?"

Gabriel shakes his head, pressing himself against your legs, "No. I can't. They're waiting. I have to be strong."

You watch silently. You can't scold the Emperor, but you can't let him suffer either.

Suddenly an idea: "Your Majesty, will you sit here for a few minutes? Relax. And I'll finish the paperwork. No one will know."

Gabriel looks doubtful: "Are you sure?"

You nod, "Of course, Your Majesty. I'm always here."

Gabriel slowly releases your legs and stands up. He looks at you with gratitude, sits down on the sofa, and closes his eyes.