"Yawwwn an early night actually sounds pretty good." Shortly after Khione departed Frost let loose a mighty yawn, the lack of sleep from the previous night and the harsh training he endured today finally catching up with him. A lack of tension, the end of a long bout of excitement and a fully belly hitting him all at once.
It struck like a bolt of lightning, one moment he was engaging in a delicate bout of words with his new lover and the next he was feeling dizzy, his vision blurring as his body suddenly felt heavier.
"Can someone give me hand." His body set to drop, keen to make the floor of the dining room his bed for the night Frost quickly called out for aid.
"You called Prince Frost." In an instant a male servant standing close to 4 metres with a rather frightening face and three sets of arms greeted him with his back slightly bowed.
