The next day, I woke up quite late, unsure whether it was due to staying up too late the previous night or the effect of the half glass of champagne. As I lay in bed, I let out a sleepy groan. The bright morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, and as I rubbed my eyes and stretched lazily, my fingertips unexpectedly brushed against something.
It was scorching hot, burning, and had a soft texture that felt like skin.
I jolted awake, opening my eyes to find a blond man sitting beside me, engrossed in reading some documents. My mind went blank for a moment.
"What are you doing here?"
It was only after I noticed he wasn't wearing anything that I screamed in terror, quickly covering myself with a blanket.
"This is my bedroom," Prince Louis said, taking off the silver-rimmed glasses
