Elara and Seraphine

Aur leisurely savoured the bite of the freshly peeled apple, the burst of juicy flavour exploding on his taste buds, tantalising his senses with the essence of the fruit.

"Master," the woman murmured softly, her voice carrying a meek tone as a small tear trickled down her cheek, landing on Aur's face.

Aur slowly opened his eyes, greeted by the sight of the blonde woman whose eyes shimmered with tears, her body trembling with exhaustion and fear.

"I... I am sorry, Master," she stammered, her tone laced with terror. For five hours straight, Aur head lay in her lap, her hands tirelessly massaging his temples without a moment's rest.

Her thighs throbbed with numbness, the strain of supporting Aur's weight taking its toll. But it was her delicate hand that suffered the most. Though seemingly boneless, her hand was now cramped and numb from the continuous massage, her nerves compressed under the strain.