Quietly he cracks the door open and walks in streching. He smiles seeing his beloved mate and walks sitting on the edge of the bed beside her listening to her as he runs his fingers lightly and slowly throught her hair. He nods and takes her request to her moving where he cane stroke her head and rub her stomach simoltaniously. He smiles and whispers, "its been a long day hasn't it..." he says starting to rub in small circles over the womb... his voice soft and sweet in usual as he speaks to his sired infant(s) "you kept mother going quite a bit as well.." he chuckles and watches as he wife drifts to sleep lightly kissing her lips... "Goodnight my dear, sleep well. Have wonderful dreams..." the hand on her head moves to rub and message her lower back as he did everynight to help her sleep. Humming lightly in an odd verse he continues tending to the two he loved more dearly then life itself. Finally all was calm and he had a maid aid him in preparing the documwents for parliment in the morning before he changed and slid into bed passing out completely.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Through everything, life continued to pass farely usually. It was quick and slow and busy and boring. However everynight about two hours before bedtime Sya had gained a habit of leaving the castle each night alone. Which was unheard of for the king. He would be gone till just when Talia would be getting in bed. He would seem tired and winded but happy. Each time, some small pink places on his hands and wrists where very raw and worn out. </span><br/><br/>Sya so far had been a very good father, always there when needed away when not. He tended to his loves with everything he had to do so with,. Rubbing and messaging each time she was sore and taking the brunt of any mood swing of pain thrown at him with an understanding smile. This day he sat at the large dining tabel rubbing his temples as he looked to thwe plate of coal frowning and the goblet of black oil.  This being a meal he had to have about twice a week. Yet hated with all his power and might. Though he never showed it when people were around. He heard footsteps and his name quickly forcing a stone into his mouth chewing it like it was nothing though truthfully he felt sick and wanted nothing more then to leave the table. Even though the butlers and maids knew to keep him till it was done. "What is it love?" he asks dabbing his lips curiously hiding the fact that he hated this task and had quickly shoved it in to eep a good face.