He stared at her face as she lay in a deep sleep. Her head was over his arm, his other hand running over her cheek. His face held an angry frown, Xerxes was unable to hide his expression when she had woken up in such a state of fear trembling in his hands. He couldn't help, he couldn't speak to let her know he was there. His tongue couldn't move to ask her if she was okay while she cried in his arms.
All those years where he ruled everything from thousands of miles away without a word was nothing but a shame now. Because for her, words were important. And he couldn't do the only thing to help her. Speak.
His frown falls deep as she whimpered in her sleep turning to face him and nuzzling her face in his warm chest. He wanted to draw a bath for her and make her some soup. Do things, but
