Chapter 133

　　Vetta watched the king who was seated behind his desk, his brows furrowed together as he scribbled dow om the scroll in front of him. 　　"My King." She drawled as she watched towards his desk, getting behind it and behind him. 　　"What is it, Vetta." He asked without breaking his concentration from the book in front of him. 　　"Let me give you a massage. You must be tensed, you need to relax those muscles from time to time." She raised her hands towards his shoulders. 　　"Do not put your hands on me, Vetta. Not now. I do not need the distraction." 　　Vetta swallowed at the hardness of his voice. Sometimes, it's really hard to deal with the King. 　　"Alright, my king." She stepped back and forced a breezy smile. "Did you sleep well last night?" 　　His hand paused mid-scribble, his eyes flashed. "Yes. I slept well." He replied in a surprisingly gentle voice. 　　Did anything special happen the night before? Vetta found herself wondering. 　　"Why are you here? It's anything the matter?"