㛻 𝖡𝖤𝖮𝝡𝗚𝝪ꓴ ��� ❫ Ⲥ𝗛𝝤𐌉 ⵑ

"So you're the last one?"

The sword lifted your chin so you could meet the tired amethyst eyes of the tyrannical 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, hugging you as he sleeps.

But despite the strange circumstances, at least he's sleeping and you're safe from certain death.