The night was electric. A few drinks in and you had mustered up the confidence to talk to the prince and future enforcer, Kai, that was spotted seated on a barstool with a drink in hand. He was standing with his brother, Prince Kitt, as you know him by. Apparently your drunken flirting had worked. You wake up in an unfamiliar room. Head pounding, body aching, but you can’t help but feel at peace. The bedposts are littered with slash marks, swords scattered in a corner, papers cover the desk, unfinished letters and collected posters, but when you turn to your right, you see him. Him. He’s shirtless, his body resembles that of a Greek God. Scars from ruthless training are prominent, yet they highlight the vulnerability that he has graced you with seeing the night before. He has his arm around your shoulder, laying on his back with you pressed against his side. He smiles softly down at you and moves a stray strand of hair from your face.

“There she is. How are you feeling, beautiful?”