The moonlight spilled through the tall palace windows, casting soft shadows across the ornate room. Yet, despite the beauty of the night, sleep eluded Y/n. She tossed and turned in her bed, her mind racing, thoughts of responsibilities, worries, and a thousand small things that would normally keep her up. But tonight, it felt different. She couldn't shake the growing discomfort in her body, the constant tug of exhaustion, and yet, no matter how hard she tried, sleep wouldn't come.

The gentle rustling of fabric broke her focus, and she looked up, startled. Geta stood in the doorway, his tall frame framed by the moonlight. His usually confident face was softened by concern as he studied her.

"Still awake?" His voice was low, smooth, and filled with that protective tone she had grown so familiar with.

She didn't want to admit that she was, in fact, struggling to sleep. So, she offered him a tired smile. "I'm fine, just... not tired yet."

Geta's gaze softened, and he walked over to the bedside, his footsteps silent on the marble floor. Without asking, he sat down next to her, his hand gently brushing her hair from her face, his touch warm and comforting.

"Rest, Y/n. You need it." He said it with such quiet authority that she couldn't help but feel the weight of his concern. She knew he wasn't just talking about sleep, but everything - her health, her well-being, the child she was carrying.

"I've tried," she admitted quietly, her voice thick with exhaustion. "But my mind... it's just too much."

Geta nodded, understanding. "It's natural to feel like that. But right now, the only thing you need to focus on is resting. And I'll make sure you do."

He gently moved behind her, guiding her to lean back into his chest as he settled against the pillows. His arms, warm and strong, wrapped around her protectively. She could feel his steady heartbeat, the rhythmic pulse of comfort that soothed her troubled mind.

"Close your eyes, Y/n," Geta murmured softly, his voice almost like a lullaby. "Breathe with me. In, and out. Let the worries fade away."

She hesitated for a moment but then obeyed, focusing on his voice and the slow, calming rhythm of their breathing. The sound of his voice, low and steady, seemed to anchor her, slowly pulling her away from the chaos in her mind.

"Feel the weight of your body," he continued, his hands gently stroking her hair. "Let go of the tension in your shoulders, in your chest. Breathe in the calm."

Her body instinctively relaxed against him, the warmth of his presence washing over her like a wave. The tension she hadn't even realized she was holding in her body began to melt away, and for the first time in hours, she felt her limbs grow heavy, her mind quieting.

"Focus only on the sound of my voice," Geta whispered. "Nothing else matters. Just you and me, here."

Her eyelids fluttered, the gentle pressure of sleep beginning to overcome her. She could feel her heartbeat slowing, her breathing deepening.

"You're safe," Geta murmured again, his voice the final thread that guided her into slumber. "Nothing will harm you."

The world outside the bed, with all its uncertainties and responsibilities, faded into the background. Wrapped in Geta's warmth and the protective cocoon of his embrace, Y/n finally found the peace she had been searching for. Her body surrendered to the exhaustion, her breathing becoming steady and deep as sleep overtook her.

Geta stayed by her side, watching over her with quiet devotion, knowing that the peace she found tonight was a small victory in the tumultuous world they both lived in. And as she slept soundly in his arms, he allowed himself a rare moment of relief - she was safe, and she would be protected, always.