What was he supposed to do when someone he admired treated him with such quiet devotion?
Even if—
Tonight had only been an act.
Still.
The one who would eventually stand at Melchior's side for real… must be the luckiest person in the world.
Sylene let out a long, quiet sigh.
When he turned, he found Regulus watching him with a heavy-lidded, sideways glance.
The lion didn't say a word, but the meaning was clear.
Are you going to keep this up all night?
"I'm...sorry," Sylene murmured softly, pulling the blanket up toward his face. "I didn't mean to disturb you…"
Normally, Regulus slept like a log—utterly unmoved by Sylene's tossing and turning, no matter how restless the night became. Tonight, though, the lion let out a low huff before resettling himself, massive body shifting slightly as his tail flicked once in mild, sleepy annoyance.
