บท 181: Chapter One Hundred Eighty One

The king sat in his office going through the last of his day's paperwork. Exhaustion purged his mind and threatened to seize his tireless work, but he persisted. Queen Martha sat in a chair near his with her head rested in her arms on the desk. She'd fallen asleep trying to help her husband. Every once in a while, he'd pass a hand through her hair, sending sparks through him. The effects of the mate bond never got old. One never got used to them and never wanted to. 

There was a knock on the door that startled the woman awake. She placed her head back on the desk, a slight headache threatening to plague her mind, "He's finally here, huh."