A spoiled king

The morning light filtering in through the gap in the curtains gently enveloped me, still half asleep. --But the warmth wasn't just light. "Good morning." I felt her breath against my ear and the soft touch of her hand against my chest. I opened my eyes and saw Artoria's green eyes right before my eyes. Deep within them, a slight warmth and an unceasing affection lingered. "You don't have to wake up yet, right?" As she said this, her hand gently traced my chest. The warmth of her fingertips, transmitted through the thin fabric, made me catch my breath as they slowly circled. "I've been watching your sleeping face...for so long. I just couldn't resist wanting to touch you." She smiled awkwardly, but her fingers had already slipped through the gap in the fabric, gently skimming my bare skin. I tried to find words to protest, but her lips were sealed before I could. The soft morning light and the sound of sheets rustling. The warmth enveloping my chest gradually turns into a sweet tingling sensation. "...Just a little longer... Like this. I don't want to let you go today..." Her voice couldn't hide the sadness and desire of a woman, not the King of Knights. I took a small breath and gave myself over to her arms.