Ninety-Eight

Ninety-Eight

Naomi

I drew patterns lazily on Seth's broad chest as I laid against him, our naked bodies tangled under the sheets, as we laid together, extremely exhausted from our exercise.

He placed little kisses on my head, and we just stayed there, in silence. I knew he was thinking about something, but I had no idea what. There were a million pending issues that haven't been resolved. As king, there wasn't really any resting time. This was the last semblance of peace he was going to get until after the war, and I made sure to make it worth his time.

"What are you thinking about, my love?" I asked softly, my hands reaching to stroke his chin as my eyes searched his.

They were not guarded, like I always knew to expect when I looked into them, instead, they were filled with conflicted emotions.

Something was bothering him, and the question was, what exactly was it? There were a million things, and I had no idea which one caused him to worry that much.

He let out a sigh, his hand re