Man... I don't mind stable duty [cough] but why in the FREEZING COLD ??
I swear if I have to shovel one more pile of s***n my fingers are gonna break off !!
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“ you’ve already done plenty of work today, you deserve rest. ”
it was ironic coming from someone who had yet to even eat that day but alas, he did care more for her over anything else.
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She looked up at him and fixes the strands of hair that was in front of his face.
"Well.. I can always help you if you'd like. Also I can go get the other servants to bring the food here if you'd like. "
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the mention of food made his stomach growl, well … now he remembers what it was he forgot to do today …
“ i have to get this stack done before retiring for the night … hm … i suppose i could try to persuade them to give me an extra day … ”
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“ you know I always enjoy when you do, lessens the work load I’d say. ”
his voice is muffled, he refuses to raise his head from her shoulder. warm and content at last, that stress induced headache melting away.
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the protest was quick to die on his tongue when the reality of who was there registered, arms circling slowly as his face buried into her shoulder with a soft sigh.
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the young woman just decided not to say anything, except walking over and gently taking his quill out of his hands.
Then placing herself on his lap and hugs him softly.
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his head is resting upon one palm whilst the other scribbled away on the mountain of documents by his side, hues barely lifting as the door sounded.
“ if you’re here baring more work please leave whilst you’re ahead. ”
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