Warm Bath

Azalia could tell that Melech was still tense at the end of the day. He obviously kept thinking about his parents' former advisor, the man who had betrayed the crown and whom he wanted to kill. His blood lust was almost palpable in the air.

It wasn't healthy, and so Azalia decided to take the matter into her own hands.

"Come on." She gently nudged Melech. They had returned to the Adom King's private quarters after dinner, although Azalia rarely ever returned to her own quarters anymore. She liked staying with Melech, something Melech wasn't complaining about either. "We're taking a bath together." She told him.

"Now?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Yes, now. It will help relax you." She said but Melech refused to acknowledge just how tense he was. "I'm perfectly relaxed."

"You're not." Azalia rolled her eyes at him. "I can feel it, you know?" She just had to touch Melech to sense what he felt: the Adom King was filled with wrath, anger and blood-lust. It reminded Azalia of the firs