The king is already awake when you arrive to wake him, and he smiles gently at you.

“Good morning, dear.”

Alastor says, watching you set down the tray of breakfast foods, and head to his closet to help him find an appropriate outfit for the day.

“Darling,”

That makes you pause, his voice suddenly right behind your ear.

“Have you made a decision?”

You blush, remembering last night. The king had requested a nightcap, and insisted you join him, eventually the two of you were deeply engaged in conversation, only broken when you realized what time it was and you had gotten up to leave, only to be halted by Alastor grabbing your hand and declaring his affection for you.

He had let you go when seeing your confusion, asking for an answer as soon as you were able, but understanding if you needed time to come to a decision about where the two of you stood now.