Wife Appreciation Day
Roland smiled to himself as he walked down the hall toward the bedroom he shared with his wife, a covered tray in his hands. It was still early, and very few occupants of the castle were awake. When he reached the bedroom door, he balanced the tray in one hand and opened the door, pushing it open, stepping inside, and nudging the door shut with his foot.
The king moved quietly to Miranda's side of the bed. A loving smile played across his lips as he gazed down at his slumbering queen. Miranda's loose hair was spread around her head in smooth chocolate waves. Her face was peaceful, her pink lips turned up in a slight smile as she continued to sleep. Roland couldn't help just standing there and watching her sleep.
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Miranda opened her eyes slowly and stretched. She had been having such a lovely dream, but it was time to get up and start the day. She blinked when she saw her husband standing by the bed, fully dressed and holding a covered tray. "Well, good morning, Rollie," she said cheerfully, sitting up.
"Happy Wife Appreciation Day, dear," he smiled brightly.
She chuckled. "Is that a real thing?"
"It is now." He grinned charmingly as he set the tray on her lap and removed the cover. "I'm the king, so I can make it official."
The queen giggled and looked down at the spread before her. There was a large plate of eggs, bacon, and goldenberry pancakes along with a smaller plate of fruit. A cup of tea and a glass of fresh orange juice completed the meal. "Did you make all this?"
"Only the orange juice," he admitted sheepishly. "Baileywick and Chef Andre wouldn't let me near the stove."
"I wouldn't either," she quipped, smirking when he pouted. "Joking, of course."
He cleared his throat. "Anyway, I want you to have a relaxing day. After you eat, the maids will draw you a bath. I have plans for us to have a picnic lunch in the Golden Glades. Until then, you're free to do whatever you want."
"Oh, Rollie, you're too sweet," she beamed happily. "I love you."
"And I love you." He leaned down and kissed her forehead. Straightening, he smiled. "I should go. Baileywick has a long list of things I need to do before lunch. See you later." He waved as he left the room.
Miranda inhaled the delicious smell of the food on the tray and reached for the fork. "Wife Appreciation Day, huh," she mused to herself, grinning. "I could get used to this."
A/N: Some of my friends and I are doing a gift exchange this year. My giftee is Royal Detective, who seemed to want some Rolanda. I hope you all liked this short story. Happy Wassailia!