Help for the King

After dinner, a real dinner!, after trying every single one of the sweets prepared for the banquet, Ignis accepts to lie in bed.

I follow him, getting rid of the peignoir on the way. His eyes catch the shape of my body before I have time to slip under the covers, but he doesn't reach out to me immediately.

«You look tired,» I say. «You looked tired yesterday as well. Do you even sleep at night?»

«I try to.»

«And?»

He can't have been awake every night for two months. It's humanly impossible.

«And somehow I manage. As I told you, I do sleep in my room. But it doesn't help much. Three days ago was the first time in ages I slept like a man,» he said.

After we made love? So, he does not need someone to watch, apparently. It's enough that he's relaxed.

«Is this room safe?»

«It is. It's the safest room in Alba, for me.»