Davien almost pulled the hinges off the door to his room as he walked in. He shut the door with a loud bang. "Well, someone is in a bad mood," he heard a voice say.
Davien turned his head to the couch to see his brother seated there. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice harsh.
Alexander's voice turned furious. "I am here on Father's orders. Don't take your anger out on me!" he yelled.
Davien took a deep breath. "I am not angry," he said and dropped into the seat. Just sexually frustrated, but he didn't say this part out loud.
"What happened? I'm guessing the princess had something to do with it."
"You could say that," he said absentmindedly. He wasn't angry because of what she did; he was angry about his reaction to it. It had taken him a little too much effort to stop the kiss. He should have been able to stop immediately. Another second and lord knows what he would have done.
"What happened?" Alexander inquired.
