With his dark hair still slightly damp from the long bath, Xion sat at the edge of his bed with a soft duvet wrapped tightly around him.
The warm water had done little to soothe his nerves.
Where is he?
He flopped back onto the bed and stared up at the canopy. But his mind was still preoccupied with what happened at the dinner earlier.
"Your outburst gave us the perfect opening to pressure the royal envoys. They're scrambling to look decent now. It's a gift really."
Allen had told him so before rushing to deal with some documents. Darius, on the other hand, was still nowhere to be seen.
Xion hadn't meant to 'gift' anything, especially in front of others. But that impulsive moment had now turned into political leverage. Well, as long as it worked in Darius' favor everything was fine.
He sighed and rolled onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillow before remembering the other moment from dinner—the one that made his soul almost leave his body.
