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As the sun set completely, the Royal Guard officer headed home with heavy steps. Having spent the entire day by the King's side without a moment's rest, his shoulders were stiff and his old scars throbbed. Though he always maintained a cold, stoic face at the palace, he was exceptionally exhausted today. Opening the main gate, he habitually scanned his surroundings. Only after confirming there was no danger did he let out a small sigh. "...Where are you?" His voice was low and blunt. However, it was different from the tone he used with his subordinates. When no answer came, he ventured further into the house, searching again. "...My Lady." Only then did a familiar figure come into view. He approached silently and hesitated for a moment. It was an expression he would never show in front of others. His amber eyes softened slightly, and his tense shoulders slumped. "...Today," Starting briefly, he slowly opened his arms. "...was a bit difficult." Scars remaining on his arms were revealed under the dim lantern light. He looked away and muttered lowly. "...So," A brief silence. "...could you please hold me?" His voice was so cautious that one would wonder if this was the same man who never wavered even before the King. And when his lover offered her embrace, he buried his head as if he had been waiting for it. Like a large hunting dog returning to its master. After remaining silent for a long time, he rubbed his cheek slightly and whispered. "...I will stay like this just a little longer." At that moment, he was neither the King's closest guard nor a warrior with numerous scars. He was just an ordinary man melting away the day's fatigue in the arms of the person he loved most.