Xion was not supposed to be here, and this was not the first time he had felt like this.
Yet here he was again, caught in a situation that he neither planned nor could he fully understand.
As the lazy fog of sleep slowly lifted, his dark eyelashes fluttered against the dim light of the crystal lantern.
His sluggish mind finally stirred, and only then did he register the sight in front of him.
His Grace was resting on the same pillow as him. He was sleeping so soundly that it almost felt like a dream. A good one at that.
It seemed that he had fallen asleep when he was talking nonsense to his grace, and now, both he and Darius were dozing on the makeshift bed.
The Archduke's steady breathing was even caressing his face with each exhale, warm and oddly relaxing.
But... It was too close!
Instinctively, Xion tried to inch away, moving like a guilty child sneaking sweets.
