Lord Cedric stood in his lavish chamber, smirking as the two servants meticulously dressed him in preparation for his visit to the Velvet Moon Pavilion.
Tonight, finally, he thought. The crown prince had been tucked away under house arrest for days, and now, Cedric would have Elian all to himself. The mere thought of Elian's slender body stirred something primal in him. His manhood hardened at the anticipation.
The two servants attending to him flinched as they noticed the rise beneath his robe, their hands trembling as they continued their work. Cedric caught their reaction, his smirk widening.
"Do you like what you see?" he teased, his voice dripping with mockery.
The servants, pale and trembling, hurried to avert their eyes, their hands fumbling as they continued tying the intricate knot at his waist.
Cedric chuckled darkly. "Don't flatter yourselves. "You're not the reason for my body's reaction."
