King Adonis
"I want to go see Cloud," I groaned as I sat up in my bed.
"You are in no shape to go see your boyfriend Adonis we just landed," Ezekiel pushed me back down. We had arrived two days earlier than expected and it was Saturday evening. The sun had just set and my hangover was kicking my ass.
I always wondered why I never drank until I partied too hard with my fellow European leaders and could barely sit up without groaning. I promised myself never again, I was too old and already King for me to want to suddenly party.
"I want to see him," I frowned, "I'm King you can't tell me what to do."
"My job is to look after your wellbeing and I need to make sure you get enough rest so Monday you can go back to terrifying people in parliament," Ezekiel chuckled.
I glared but sighed, "You're right. I'll see him tomorrow."
"Good King, call me if you need anything okay," he placed a glass of water and some tablets on my bedside table.
