Benson POV

　　"It's necessary for Your Majesty to sign these contracts," my beta, Neil's voice, brings me back to reality. I glance at the desk in my office and notice the stack of paperwork in front of me.

　　I rub my eyes with fatigue.

　　"What are these about again?" I inquire tiredly, picking up one of the contracts to read.

　　"This one is about the tax increase for food merchants," Neil points out, indicating the stack on the table. "The others ...