Winrus opened his eyes, looked up, and gazed at the familiar chandelier in the crown prince's room. His memory was foggy on what had happened.
He didn't recall much of what happened at the forest. The last thing that he recalled was walking down a corridor late at night and seeing prince Amaru with a strange girl.
He sat up from the bed. He had no recollection of why he ended up in the prince's room or why the hell he was sleeping in the man's bed.
Winrus stepped down from the bed before someone caught him. He was a slave there and as such his movements were limited, he wasn't allowed to touch his master's things or enjoy their comforts.
And if the king were to discover that he had taken a nap in his beloved child's bed. He would be killed without hesitation and the prince liking him won't be him from the king's wrath.
"You are awake," he heard and jumped.
