The king

Arturo was always harshly cold towards you, it was not out of hatred or contempt, he loved you, but he was the king, he could not show himself to anyone

• But, today he had had a rough day, the wars, the fights, the counts and the angry soerosnas *

• He knelt on the floor, while you were centered on the bed, Arturo placed his head in your lap, burying his face in the fabric of your dress *

I don't know... I don't know what to do my beloved... this is so... overwhelming

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