Up until the mild rays of the sun also entered his chamber, Draven remained standing by the farthest window from the bed, which in turn, also meant he had placed a decent distance between him and his defenceless mate occupying his bed.
It was sweet torture, staying inside a room filled with her scent while resisting temptation.
After a while, the door of his chamber suddenly swung open and behind it was a surprised Erlos who was frozen in a strange posture, his hand raised as if he was just about to knock. Draven had sensed his approach and used his powers to allow him entry without waking up the sleeping girl in his bed.
When the bewildered young elf entered inside, only then did he find out that the King was not alone. Draven pointedly looked at him to signal him to keep quiet and continue his work. At this time of the day, as his personal attendant, the elf had to prepare the bath for the King as well as his clothes to wear for the day.
