Mikhailis settled into the soft comfort of the sofa as soon as they reached the royal chambers. He leaned back, a grin playing on his lips, stretching his arms lazily over the backrest. The spacious room was dimly lit, the gentle flicker of the chandelier's crystals above catching the light just so, filling the space with an aura of both luxury and coziness. He kicked his feet up on the coffee table, sighing softly in relief. Finally, a moment to himself.
But there wasn't a moment to waste.
Rodion's voice filled Mikhailis's head, dragging him out of the blissful comfort he'd just found.
"Oh, come on, Rodion. Can't you let me relax for just a second?" Mikhailis muttered, his voice lined with playful annoyance.
There was a hint of sarcasm in Rodion's tone, as if he were amused by Mikhailis's desire for leisure time.
