Sophia.

“Are you awake?” I ask, still doing my work.

“Yes, my queen,” he says, rising up and heading over to where I’m sitting. “Are you still working?”

“Yes. As you can see, I’m still working on it.”

“It’s getting late, my queen, and you should stop working. You must relax.”

“OK, I’ll do that after I finish my work.” He stands next to me, watching me work.

“You look so sexy when you’re dealing with stuff like this,” he mumbles. “I hope I can always see you like this, and thank you for assisting me, darling queen.”

“I will always support you, my king,” I tell him, smiling. After...