“Sit.”

You were in disbelief at the random, nonchalant, yet firm command coming from the heir of Kremnos himself as he sat manspread lazily on a chair during a banquet held by Lady Aglaea. He had patted his thigh while he told you to sit as well as his other free hand was perched against his cheek on the arm of his chair—as if that lessened your embarrassment.

It didn’t exactly help with how attractive you’d always deem him to be whenever he sat manspread like that either…

This had all started when you came to a realization that there was nowhere for you to sit since all the nearby chairs were occupied, so Mydei took it upon himself to generously offer a better seat. His lap.

Noticing how you froze and your hesitation, Mydei frowned in annoyance, his brows furrowing, and golden eyes narrowing, “What are you standing around there for? You said you wanted to sit somewhere, didn’t you? So go on—sit.” Mydei repeats his order, patting his thigh again as he remained manspread.