Bolting upright, Flora grasped for what ever was in front of her. As her fingers clasped around a thick, silk duvet, she tried to piece together where she was. Flora didn't recognize the room she was in as she frantically scanned for any familiarities.
"Good morning princess," Prince Andrei drawled from across the wide room. He was sitting in a plush chair by a window as if he had been gazing out of it for a while.
On instinct, Flora grabbed the covers and hid as much of herself as possible from the prince. If he was here in the morning then... did that mean they were in the prince's private chambers? He had to of carried her here after she passed out last night at the party. Oh gods, was she in HIS BED? Flora's mouth was dry as she ground out, "your highness couldn't have possibly done-"
