“I see you are up, my prince.” Warin glanced down at the prince’s erection. His lips quirked. “In more ways than one.”
Benedict blushed and put his hands in front of his c**k. “I—”
Warin waved his hand dismissively. “No need to cover yourself on my account, your highness.” He closed the door and locked it from the inside. He slipped the key into an inside pocket of his shirt.
“Where are my clothes?” Warin smiled. “I burned them.” Benedict gasped.
“Or perhaps not. You may get them back at some point or then again…who knows.” Warin shrugged. “I know you do not need them here just now.”
Benedict shifted slightly and then glared, his crystal blue eyes growing cold. “You have me at a decided disadvantage.”
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