The soft light of morning caused the prince to wake up and he had to rub his eyes in order to get used to it. His body felt heavy and the dryness in his mouth made it seem like he had been walking in a desert for days. He wanted to get up and drink some water, but the silver haired girl laying on his arm kept him from doing so.
He began to wonder if last night actually happened or if it was some strange, alcohol-induced dream. The woman in his grasp confirmed it was real, but he still tried to reason that it was some kind of mistake. Remembering her flushed face, he wondered if she was too drunk or if he had taken advantage of the situation. Did she hate him now?
Pulling him from his thoughts, the last noise he wanted to hear rang through the room - a communication from Tyrant Kruos. If anything could pull him from the bed that morning, it was, unfortunately, that.
He gently took his arm from under her and slipped away, stretching his body out before he went to the computer.
