Your eyebrows fall back down to their usual neutral expression. You simply nod and step up behind him. Both hands go to the heir's back. You press them into the fabric until you feel the muscles that lie beneath. You begin with the heel of your palms, up, then down, rubbing the spot that he had been trying to reach.Meanwhile John has turned back to his dad. "Yeah, yeah, I know. You say that, but I think it's just to satisfy your own sweet tooth." He teases and the king smiles and looks elsewhere, feigning innocence."Sweet tooth? I have no such thing."John snorts a laugh. "Yeah right, dad." Their conversation then dissolves into other preparations for the midsummer festival, but you're no longer listening. You dig your nails into John's back, dragging them down, pushing deep into the flesh beneath the thick fabric. You then dig the heels of your hand up his back, and proceed to drag your nails back down. You're not completely sure, but you're fairly certain his breath hitched at some point. You allow one corner of your lips to curve upward into a smirk, ducking your head to hid it from the king's view. You know you're the only one who would be allowed to touch the heir like this.