"My brother doesn't suspect a thing, you shouldn't worry." Jasper pulls his shirt loosely over his shoulders, still smiling at you from in the silk sheets of his bed. "Come back to bed, the night is still young."

You're the empress consort, married to the empreror, yet you've been having this affair with his younger brother, Prince Jasper, for over a year. It started as mere flirting years ago, just glances and smiles and subtle passes, but as time went on, it grew into something else. Something that would cause more trouble than it was worth.

But you can't deny him when he gives you a smile from across the dinning hall, those hands which dance across your skin are more tempting than you can withstand.

"My empress, you needn't return to your empty bed when mine is still warm." He coos, beckoning you back into his arms.