"Are you ordering your king, Anduin?" Llane quips, though he does move to kneel on the bed so he could begin to unwrap himself from his shirt and only pauses briefly to remove the heavy crown from his head and set it aside with surprising care. His brown eyes meet the warrior's and then sighs softly, then returns to removing his top layers.

His hands feel heavy by the time he finishes removing the multiple layers of rich fabric and despite everything, the king was relaxing even by this little bit of focused attention. He supposed it was just him being around the Lion of Stormwind, one of his best friends and confidant. Anduin would take care of him, he knew that like it was breathing, just as sure of a thing as he knew that the care would be returned unrepentantly when it was needed.

Llane shifted towards the edge of the bed, reaching a hand out to the other. "Come here, Anduin," he ordered, though his tones were not ordering and the smile he wore was still tired. "Please." He adds as an after thought, blowing a wavy lock of hair that fell into his face as he shifted to wriggle his fingers temptingly at the warrior.