Roland went to take his armor off later on that day. It was getting cumbersome and the king was tired. Oddly enough, however, it felt good to Roland to carry the weight on his body. He didn't know why. After the armor had been removed, Roland went back up to his room. Miranda wasn't there at the moment. Or so he thought. As he lay in the comfortable bed, he sighed. His body ached. especially his wounded cheek. He closed his eyes and sighed again. Then, he felt his wife's soft hands on his chest. He moaned softly, mainly in pleasure. The kids are gone to a camp for the summer, and now the king and queen are alone. It's nighttime. She rested her head on his chest as she lay on top of him. Roland looked at his treasure, happy that she was with him. "Good night my queen, I love you." He whispered softly in her ear. Miranda only responds with a kiss on his wounded cheek.