Ryuto groaned, rolling over in bed and burying his face in his pillow. The faint smell of pie still clung to his hair, and his muscles ached from the chaos of the previous night. Every embarrassing moment of the royal dinner played on a loop in his mind, each cringe-inducing detail making him wish the ground would swallow him whole.
"Why is this my life?" he muttered, his voice muffled by the pillow.
For a few blissful moments, he considered the possibility of never leaving his bed again. Maybe if he stayed there long enough, everyone would forget about the pie incident, the wine spill, and the multiple wardrobe malfunctions involving the princess's… panties. He shuddered at the memory.
Just as he was about to fully commit to his plan of eternal hibernation, the door to his room swung open, and Celeste strolled in, already dressed and looking far too awake for his liking. She paused at the sight of him still tangled in his sheets.
