Alvaro woke up with his body aching. He had slept on his stomach. His lower body felt sore.
He looked around. He remembered he was in the royal family's rest house. He swallowed, feeling his throat dry.
He was about to get up when he noticed the blanket covering his body. For a moment, his heart felt warm. The vampire was quite thoughtful.
But where was the man now?
Alvaro looked toward the open balcony door. The sky was gray with a golden glow.
Ah, the vampire must have left.
He got up, stepping onto the floor and ignoring the discomfort in his lower body. Then he stood with some effort and grabbed his clothes.
He clicked his tongue when he saw his body covered in kiss marks again.
"Damn..." he muttered softly several times as he struggled to put on his clothes.
