When Tim woke up, he immediately knew where he was and what happened. Him and his stupid mouth, talking his was into the bed of the ambassador of Starlin’s bed. Moronic. What had made him think this was smart? Starlin and Wayland were on the brink of war, and the third prince of Wayland just slept with a member of the Starlin royal family. Tim was in so much trouble.

So much trouble.

Tim spent a few moments watching them sleep, feeling bad about what he was about to do, before he slid out of the bed and started cleaning up. Folding the ambassador’s clothes, picking up his own, fixing the sheets, putting stuff that’d pulled out away. Basically, making sure it was like he was never there. Tim wasn’t sure if he regretted it, but he sure didn’t look forward to the consequences of his actions. Maybe he could sneak out and pretend this never happened?

As he slipped his underwear and pants on, Tim pondered what this might mean for the growing tensions between Wayland and Starlin. If he and this royal got together maybe the two nations could find middle ground? But did Tim really want to be married?

With his shirt half way on, Tim glances down at the bed and is met with a pair of eyes.

Great.

They were awake.

He’d been caught in the act of ducking.

Wincing, Tim finishes pulling his shirt on and steps toward the bed. Could he salvage this? Maybe. Either way, he could definitely try. Reaching out, Tim rubs his thumb over the ambassador’s cheek and smiles softly.

“Good morning, how did you sleep?”

The royal probably knew he’d been trying to sneak out, and probably also understood the implications. So hopefully, they either let him leave, or played dumb, or maybe even talked it through and the two could come to an agreement. Since both of them were royals, both of them stood to lose if this went public and didn’t turn serious.

“I trust it was well?”