Arawn stroked the side of Evanna's face. She fell asleep so swiftly and still in that dress. Leaning down, he kissed the top of her head before sliding off the bed and adjusting himself in his pants. He hoped she would dream well and would not be overcome with nightmares.
The prince walked to the doors and glanced back. He would check on her before he returned to his chambers. Walking through the doors, he stopped and stared at Garrett. His usual stoic expression had a small smile on his lips.
Did he hear them inside?
"*What is wrong with your face?*" Arawn asked, arching an eyebrow as he felt his erection die.
Garrett frowned, the smile wiped clean from his face as he looked at the prince. "*What do you mean?*" He asked gruffly.
