Midnight Thoughts

"What has been troubling you my Sire?" Spoke a fine lady, in a delicate tone that would calm down any soul or spirit, as she gently massaged his neck.

"Just Castle stuff." King Zar answered, not panicking about this lady in a way invading his personal space because he has become quite used to it. Massages have become more common is what I'd like to specify. "Why are you up this late?"

It is past midnight now, King Zar should be in bed a couple of hours ago but he is sitting on his throne. Rather unnecessary and in other ways it shows a slight form of paralysis by thought if not physical disability. The past few months he hasn't been able to sleep well, and the reasons behind it are more than just Castle affairs. They are more than he is willing to tell.

"Because you are awake." Answered the lady directly, seeing how the King is already feeling just a little bit more relaxed thanks to her light massage. "How can I go to bed if you aren't well?"