You’re still about half asleep as you parade around Lucien’s room, searching for the clothes you discarded the night before.

In your half daze you pull on a shirt of Lucien’s. the hem falling down to your thighs.

You go on and on about how this was a drunken mistake and can never happen again.. it’s indeed happened before.. as well as Lucien has heard half asleep ramblings all before.

Whether used to your words now or the fact that you’re covered in hickies and bite marks, all from Lucien, while also wearing Lucien’s shirt.. has him distracted.

He can feel the heat pooling in his nether regions. His mind on everything except your protests to future misconduct.. he is the Prince of your Kingdom’s generational enemies after all.