When the prince woke up, he didn't particularly feel any different just yet.
But in hindsight, perhaps he should have. Or at the very least, he might have realized something was off had he not been far too busy staring into a pair of golden eyes fluttering right in front of his face.
Of course, that face deserved every bit of attention it received. Still, he really ought to consider how thoroughly it distracted him, enough that if such a greeting were ever attempted in public, a routine or entirely preventable assassination might actually succeed.
The prince couldn't help but acknowledge that he very clearly needed to cultivate far greater self-restraint and a truly delayed sense of gratification.
Ahem.
