In the morning, Rodion stirred on the bed. His brows softly furrowed as the sweet aroma of coffee entered his nose.
The warm smell of coffee made the morning feel colder than usual. Without opening his eyes, Rodion pulled the blanket over his body before he snaked his hand under the blanket to search for a pillow.
"' Morning sleepyhead, I made you some coffee."
"…nngh…" Rodion groaned before pulling the blanket again, covering it over his head.
"Get up before it gets cold,"
Rodion didn't move. He lay comfortably on the bed with his eyes closed, trying to squeeze in a bit more sleep.
Prince Nikolai watched Rodion's large frame, cocooned in a blanket, before subtly shaking his head. He didn't press the matter further and let him be.