sneak attack
Some, ok
most,
might say that Agatha was a workaholic. From sun rise to well after sunset, she was always doing something weather it be a stack of paperwork that was taller than her, appeasing Mrs. townsperson after some royal gardener's apprentice worked too far out and mixed a flower crop, or writing letters to Ms. stuck-up queen to thank her for some lovely gift. Agatha's husband appreciated this, but really didn't like it because it often made her tired and gave her no free-time for anything else. Having this in mind one day, he sought to put a stop to it and make her take a break even if it was only temporary. He marched into his shared room with Agatha one night after dinner, walked up behind her and started rubbing her shoulders.
"What are you doing?" Agatha asked without looking up from her work.
"Giving you a shoulder massage. You're muscles are so tight!"
Agatha sighed. Her back did feel a little knotted from bending over papers all day. She relaxed into Tedros's hands and closed her eyes. It couldn't hurt to take a little break could it?
With her eyes closed, Agatha didn't see it coming until it was too late. She heard her workbook being slammed shut and swept off the table.
"Hey! I wasn't done with that!" She squealed.
"Well you are now." Tedros said.
Agatha jumped to her feet. Tedros ran. Agatha ran after him laughing. It really couldn't hurt to take a break.

A/N
The longer ones are coming later in the week. I just can't finish them within a day and I don't want to be late on any of my days.