067:- Ruffled Sleeves

Alessio reluctantly let himself be pulled from the comforting arms of sleep. He was only slightly sore, his injuries from the day before all healed.

He sat up, sleepy gaze drifting to the closed curtains. Without having them drawn open, he knew that it was already mid-afternoon or later.

Alessio paused halfway off his bed as he noticed the presence of someone else in his room. For a moment, he thought that the news of his injury had somehow gotten to Luka, and the noble Vampire left everything he had to do to return.

But it was only for a moment before he took in Silvan fast asleep with a book open over his face - of course, Luka would never wait by his bedside.

Alessio sat by the edge of his bed for a few minutes, watching Silvan sleep with a faint smile on his face. The Asten Prince had been repeatedly concerned for his health despite equally repeated reassurances.