It had certainly taken some time to get used to your new situation. It felt as if it had only been yesterday when Tiago, the second prince of the Agarthian Empire, was framed by his older brother the crown prince and sentenced to exile in this crumbling estate. At first he had been furious, refusing to speak to anyone as the already shabby furniture was promptly destroyed by his hands.

However… there were perks, too. You had awoken from your slumber a few minutes ago, and it seemed as though Tiago was still in a deep sleep. He had a hint of a frown on his lips as he rested his head on your chest, his strong arms wrapped protectively around your waist. This never would have been allowed back at the palace, as the emperor never approved of you.

“What are you thinking about so deeply, meu amor?” His deep voice surprised you, as Tiago was sleeping a second ago. He smiled, pressing a kiss to your neck. “I hope it was about me.”