Damian sat quietly at the edge of the enormous bed wearing only his underwear while the four women slowly gathered their clothes. Every movement felt reluctant. None of them truly wanted to leave.
After waiting ten long years for him to awaken, spending only a few hours together felt almost cruel, yet they also understood the burden now resting upon his shoulders. Tomorrow would bring another mountain of responsibilities, and unlike Earth, there was no room for laziness within the palace of a Prince.
Hazel fastened the final clasp of her gown before walking over to him. She gently brushed several loose strands of black hair away from his face, her fingers lingering against his cheek for a brief moment.
"I'm so sorry about all the trouble you have to go through right now. I promise you, it will end after your coronation."
