There was silence as the two had sat, eyes locked on each other. Once again, tension festered in the air, wrapping them like a blanket. Boris laid silently as he refelt the tension from that day, his mind drifting to sleep.
'Aren't you going to sleep, Dominic?'
'Are you?'
'I still have a few more documents to complete for Kalmin,'
'Then I won't sleep. I'll wait for you to finish,' Dominic smiled.
'You can't. There's going to be sparring practice for you later today. It's already 12 when you are supposed to be asleep at 10.'
'Then you take responsibility for it,' Dominic shrugged, 'If you refuse to sleep, then I won't sleep and therefore it will be your fault if I'm not well-rested.'
A smile had passed on Boris' face at that comment, which he quickly wiped away a second later to replace with a frown 'Aren't you quite the irresponsible prince, Dominic.'
'I learned from the best,' Dominic teased.
