Your eyes open slowly, greeted by the dim light of early morning. Your body was aching and sore, and your head was pounding.

You blink slowly, your vision slowly focusing. You were in a room... but it wasn't yours. You flinch in surprise when you look over and see him.

Prince Cardan. Sleeping. Your enemy, and one of the princes in the kingdom of Elfhame. You were... in his bed. With him.

Your gaze flickers across his bare chest, then down to yourself, tucked beneath a set of silky black sheets. You shouldn't have drank so much of that golden wine.