It was spur of the moment, really. Some cute commoner he’d met while defending one of the outlier settlements. His dad, the King, had sent him out to route the bandits. And it went well. Jason and his knight corps had taken them out. Had a huge celebration with the town. Met this adorable towns person. They hit it off. Next thing he knew the two were in his room at the inn. And he was now waking up next to them. WIth all the alcohol he’d drank, Jason felt like he’d just slept on the front lines too.

His back was sore, his hips were sore, his thighs ached. Everything ached. Thinking about it, it had been a rough night. A long night. And Jason could remember every second. Whether that was good or bad was yet to be determined. When the commoner woke up, he’d ask their name, see if that went as well as he thought, and find out how serious things were going to become. The progression seemed natural to him.

Though, even if this did go somewhere, the commoner would have to move to the capital, or Jason would have to leave the palace. And he definitely didn’t want his brothers to know that this had happened. Sure, Dick and Tim did it, but Jason had always scoffed at the idea of a hook up. He’d really been planning to save for marriage, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret the night before. It was nice.

Jason watches the commoner stir and smiles. They look around and he really isn’t sure how they are feeling. So he reaches down and trails his fingers over their collarbone. Watching them realize what’s going on. Yeah, Jason really hoped this got serious or went somewhere or they at least had another night some time. Preferably with less alcohol involved.

“Heyya, g’morning sleepin’ beauty. Ya feel alright?”