Aster woke in the morning to rather loud knocking on his chamber door. Half asleep, he called out that he would be right there, but the knocking was insistent. He groaned as he pulled his dressing gown on over his sleep clothes, thinking that his fiancé was demanding his attention FAR too early in the morning—
But it wasn’t the King. Aster opened the door to Jace, who looked… rather distressed? He was in need of a bath, his skin smudged with grime and a small, fresh bandage on his chest, peeking out from the low collar of his tunic. He was clutching onto a beat-up old book, golden, with a sun emblazoned on the cover.
“Can I please come in?” he asked, his voice husky like he’d just woken himself. Normally, Aster would enjoy hearing it, but… seeing him this unsettled was itself unsettling.
“Of course, but what—” He looked around the hall as Jace slipped past him, making sure no one was following before he closed the door. “What’s wrong, my love?”