"Your Grace," Luna said, looking at Xion expectantly. "What do you think of these?"
Xion stared at the thin, almost see-through blue robe, then at the red silken one. His lips twitched, his ears burning with heat.
Choosing clothes for a date — and that too in front of Aunt Serena — was embarrassing.
Eager to get it over with, he picked the more decent-looking one.
"Red."
"It will look good on you, Your Grace." Luna was practically buzzing with enthusiasm as she held the dress carefully, already matching it with jewelry.
Why, one might wonder?
Well, Xion was wondering the same thing.
The Archduke had asked for a reward for being so generous to the healers, and judging by the way his horniness had been so blatantly obvious, Xion assumed he'd have to… oblige.
Not that he minded.
He did enjoy it when Darius lost his control. But it was the exhaustion, the way he'd end up sprawled boneless on the bed afterward, that made him hesitate.
