Rodion was the type to sweat a lot. They hadn't even reached half way through their cleaning, but he was definitely sweating a lot already. It was summer. The sun was already up, and the heat and humidity, along with the damp odor of Prince Nikolai's room, were certainly something he didn't expect.
Ugh...damn it. Why do Father and Mikhail allow him to live like this? They should have at least thought of a way to clean his room.
When the prince threw a glance at him, he felt a pang of conscience to see how drenched he was with his sweat. But for some reason, he seemed uneasy. Instead of picking up the remaining trash off the floor and putting it in the trash bag, his eyes were searching through the trash and the remaining bottles of wine.
Rodion didn't notice his uneasiness. He strode towards his bed and examined it, trailing his eyes through his sheets. "Kolya, has your bedsheet been changed yet? Do you have any clean sheets available?"
