One car ride filled with snores, flirting, chaos, madness, and Sophia's drunk temperament later, they reached the Beldovian palace, much to Nicholas' relief.
He made a mental note not to ever be near the duchess the next time she decided to go on a drinking spree.
What he'd dealt with that night was unforgettable.
He assisted Sophia out of the car, her hand over his shoulder.
"Come on, let's get you to your room, Windsor," he said, speaking softly so as to not shock her.
Sophia seemed uninterested.
"Noooooooo, my room is booooooooring," she said, slurring her words.
"Why not yours instead?" She asked mischievously.
"That's out of the question," Nicholas said.
He told Sophia, "Windsor, just show us the way to your room."
"Please," he added, thinking it'd help. It didn't.
Sophia shook her head.
"There's no way I'm showing you where my room is," she answered sassily.
