I wake to an unfamiliar voice.
“Your Majesties, a letter from the council.”
I can barely open my eyes, convinced I’ve only been asleep for a few minutes, but the sunlight that assaults me through the windows says otherwise. I mumble something, try to push myself up, but I’m too exhausted and my muscles are too sore to expend any real effort.
The blankets rustle as Nathan gets out of bed and I watch through the reluctant, narrow opening of my eyelids as he walks across the bedroom, totally nude, like there isn’t another person with us. He takes a scarlet envelope from the t****l’s silver tray and waves the man away.
I momentarily duck my head under the covers when Nathan turns back, a strange mix of horny and bashful forcing a giggle up my throat that I subdue when I emerge and see the
