He sat down heavily on the chair and sighed once again, his gaze wandering about the spacious room. The prince was nowhere to be found, and his entourage was still calling at him from outside. What exactly was he supposed to do now? Lior wrestled with this question, his mind still reeling with the weight of his actions from the previous night.
He needed to remind himself, firmly, never to drink again. What if next time things went even further? What if they ended up having sex simply because he kept getting drunk every time? The thought alone made his stomach churn.
And just then, amidst his storm of thoughts, Daemar strode confidently into the room. His voice rang out, steady and commanding, "I won't be needing your assistance in dressing up today. Instead, prepare breakfast for two."
Lior blinked at him, startled. "I… I would be eating here?" he asked, his words laced with uncertainty as his eyes slowly trailed toward the spot where Daemar was standing.
