Cillian woke when sunlight beamed through the glazed windows into his face. He rolled on to his stomach, trying to get the sun out of his eyes. The soft mattress yielded under his weight and the lavender from the pillows snapped him awake. Memories of the night before surged into his mind and he sat up straight.
“Good morning, Cillian,” the king, wearing his dressing gown, stood by the side of the massive bed.
“Your majesty.” Cillian pulled the comforter up to cover his naked body.
“Now, now,” Malo said, chuckling. “I’d think after last night, there wouldn’t be any modesty between us.”
“Does his majesty want me to leave?”
King Malo crawled onto the bed and kissed him hard. “I want you to stay in my bed forever, young man. Your lord and master commands it.”
“Far be it from me to disob
