Anthony shuts the door behind him quietly as he enters the chart-room. "You should take rest, Steven," He says, slowly approaching the man hunched over the table. It's been days since the man had holed himself up here. Anthony had been sorely missing and worrying for the man.
The knight growls, shoulders tense. Steven gives him a wary glare before returning to the charts.
"You need sleep, beloved," he says softly.
"I'll sleep when I'm dead"
"I'd rather you not dead, my love"
Steven slams his fist down onto the table. "Damn it, Anthony, there's a war coming, you know it just as well as I. And If I-…" the man runs his fingers through his unkempt hair. "And if nothing is done for it, no planning, then we're all going to be dead"
Anthony grabs Steven by his broad shoulders and turns him around. The man's weariness is written all over his face. Tired, bruised eyes, sunken cheeks, the man's usually shaven face sporting the growth of a beard. With a sigh, he wraps his arms around Steve and pulls him close.
"My King" Steven whispers.
"Not here. Not between us," Anthony whispers back. "I'm not your King here."
The End
Notes: For the Stony Bingo 2020 Round 1 prompt "I'll Sleep When I'm Dead" [O1]