The soft rays of morning light filtered through the bedroom, Maverick stirred, the first to wake. Turning his head, he glanced at Wolfgang and Russell sprawled on the bed beside him. In the end, Russell still sleeps together with them.
Wolfgang's sleeping position was a mess, one leg draped carelessly over Russell's stomach. Despite the apparent discomfort, Russell remained deeply asleep, completely oblivious to the weight pressing on him.
Maverick smirked faintly at the sight, his lips curling upward in quiet amusement. Shaking his head, he slid out of bed, careful not to wake them, and silently left the room.
The cool morning air greeted him as he walked through the quiet hallways. Clad in a loose shirt and pants, his long hair fell freely down, swaying with his steps. A few servants cleaning the corridors paused as they saw him approach.
"Good morning, my lord. Is there anything we can help you with?" they greeted, bowing respectfully.
