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Rufus held the lord's waist and hand while both were walking on the alley of the palace. The lights didn't help the lord's blurry eyesight caused by the strong liquor he drank together with the king.
"My lord, please stop moving your head." Rufus whispered in a deep voice.
"My neck is burning and my ears... and face, so hot." Idris said, while moving his head.
Rufus didn't reply and just sigh, still patiently assisting his master to his room.
He carefully dropped the drunk lord on his huge bed.
"I'll remove your shoes and coat now, my lord." Rufus informed even though the man he's serving's too drunk to even understand.
"Hmmm." Idris felt the gentle warm hands of a person moving on his shoulders and back.
"My lord, please lay on your stomach so I can
