The Starlight Heir

When I wake up the next morning, the sleeping area next to mine is empty. I’d thought it was going to be difficult with Roshan sharing the same space as me, but it’d been extraordinarily comfortable. Thank the maker I was too exhausted to have any intimate dreams, because that would have been awkward as fuck. Please excuse any noises I might make while dreaming of you naked, Your Highness.

A low growl that comes from nowhere and everywhere at once makes the hairs on my neck lift, and I blink. What in Droon was that?

Perhaps it had come from the other room. Or maybe it was my stomach, as an ominous, very loud rumble of hunger makes me snort.

Rising, I dress and perform my morning ablutions before making my way to the shared living space. Roshan is there, moving through a series of complex calisthenics. I almost swallow my tongue as I take in his shirtless body on display, his limbs moving in precise, powerful motions that are impossibly graceful. His muscles undulate beneath the sheen of his brown skin.