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[Light]

"I never said they weren't," he nods his head, "Women are far more intelligent and resilient that some men give them credit for."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"They claim that it's a man's world, but I think there are still women pulling the strings," Kirra hummed pleasantly, knocking on the King's door as she pushed it open, "Your Majesty, I have returned with your supper."

[Light]

"Come on inside," King calls from somewhere inside, a few candles lit in the shades room so that he could look over a few papers. "I could smell it on your way back,"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"A nose like one of those hunting hounds," Kirra remarked as she walked in, two plates in hand. She approached the King at his desk and smiled, "And Harald talked me into bringing a few sweets as well. But only after you finish your supper."

[Light]

"After?" He frowns but nods his head compliantly, "Fine, fine," he olds his hand out, and Harald places the cup in his hands.

"It is wise of you to listen to her, King." The elder nods his head, and Kings eyes brighten a bit as he flashes a smile.

"As long as there's sweets and ale in the deal, I'll eat almost any vegetable,"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Kirra placed the plate of supper in front of him, "It looks delicious anyhow. You'll enjoy it," she rolled her eyes playfully.

[Light]

"I shall judge if your words ring true or not," setting down the mug, King grabs his fork and lifts a morsel of the plate into his mouth. He nods his head, "Mmmhmm,"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Kirra kept the plate of sweets out of the King's reach as she fetched a hairbrush and comb. She stood behind the King, brushing out his long, now wet hair as he ate, "Was I right?"

[Light]

"You were indeed correct," King agrees, "It tastes good." Taking another bite, he tilts his head back, enjoying the feeling of having his hair brushed by another.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

She smiled in a very self-satisfied way, her fingers combing through the King's hair, "That's what I thought."

[Light]

He polishes off the plate and scratches at the bandages that covered his torso, "Dessert?" King asks happily, proud of finishing his plate. He pushes aside a few papers to the far corner of his desk and stretches his legs out underneath the table.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Kirra rolled her eyes and walked over to grab the plate, "There, since you finished it all," she smiled.

[Light]

"Fu fu fu," King cackles, turning his attention to the sweet, "We meet again, old friend,"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Not too fast," Kirra chided, running the brush over his long hair, "You'll get a stomach ache."

[Light]

King takes a bit, and slowly starts to chew, "Alright then..." he sulks.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Kirra smiled and hummed as she brushed through his hair, "You'd regret it later."

[Light]

"I would, but we are supposed to live for the moment, yes?" King takes another bite and closes his eyes, frowning slightly.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

She chuckled and set the hairbrush aside. Very gently, she started to knead her fingers into the King's shoulders, pressing against the stiff muscles, "You can still enjoy them slowly."

[Light]

"I will tonight then," King leans his head forward and glances back at the papers as he takes another bite.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Kirra smiled and continued to massage his shoulders, "Very well, My King."