I ran my hand over the chair, and hesitated, but gave in and ran my hands over his shoulders. He tensed up and stared forward blankly with anger on his face. I figured he'd yell at me, tell me not to touch him, to keep to myself and not bother him. After all, that's the type of man I've heard him to be, a hard headed, rude, conceited King. Slowly massaging his shoulders, I moved up to his neck and watched him drop his head and let out a heavy sigh. He hasn't pushed me away, this is good. A smile slowly grew over my face and I continued massaging his shoulders and neck before going down to his back and going back up to his shoulders. He eventually fell asleep leaning forward and I moved him to sit back in the chair before I pulled a blanket over him and walked to the book shelf. I wond