Both of you just lay there in silence.

You know he is awake, he knows you are awake.

Both of you are just waiting for the other to do something. Speak, sit up, stand up, get dressed—address... this.

You just slept with each other. It had just been a few weeks since the wedding. You know he is wary of you. Most in the Omerta estate is. You have been treading cold waters carefully, knowingly. The daughter of a pope had just become the wife of the heir of the name. It was infamous that the Omertas and The Church never saw eye-to-eye with one another.

This was not planned at all.

If anything, you had planned to stay as far away as possible from him. To show him that she is harmless.

But during last night's ball, she drank too much to calm the nerves. And next thing she knew, she woke up here.

Tangled up in his bed. With him

With evidence that something clearly happened

You freeze as you feel him adjust on the bed, his voice low and husky,

"... Are you awake?"