"Do you want me to get some snacks, Your Highness?" Cashew asked gently, glancing up at Florian with worry shining in his purple eyes.
Florian forced a smile. He was still upset—he knew it, Cashew knew it—but he didn't want to let it show. "No, it's fine. I think I just want to nap again once I get back to my room."
They were already walking the familiar halls back to his chambers. The palace was quiet at this hour, and every step echoed softly on the marble floors.
Florian tried his best not to think about what had happened. About him.
It was lucky—no, blessed—that Cashew had found him when he did. He didn't want to imagine what would've happened if he hadn't.
That jerk. I really can't believe him, Florian thought, his brow tightening as he let out a long breath. And a day before the summit too. Fuck. Whatever... he's not worth it.
