Oberon settled on the chair, making himself comfortable, "Are you okay?" She asked.
He closed his eyes, "Just a little tired," he whispered.
She walked towards him, "Hm, that is why you are the King," she mumbled.
"I heard that," a knowing smirk played on his lips, his eyes still closed.
She eventually reached the back of his chair, "Well, relax, just let go of any tension for now."
His shoulders drooped, "Okay," he drawled.
She dug her hands into his hair, gently massaging his scalp.
"Oh," he let out an involuntary sigh.
"You must be exhausted," she muttered under her breath.
Her hands worked his scalp tangling with his hair.
"You are so good with your hands," he blurted out.
"Thank you, your highness," she replied, a blush creeping up to her cheeks.
