"Supper will be served late this evening, my lord. His Grace invites your lordship to a night of theater," Sebastian muttered. He stood with his back as straight as a mountain pine, his voice devoid of the slightest tremor as the Star of Yarzat began to strip away the day's finery.
"A night of theater? Then I shall certainly attend. I have always preferred a stage to a banquet table," Merelao replied, his tone airy and resonant.
"Does your lordship require any aid with the lacings?"
"I do not."
"If the need arises, please do not hesitate to summon me. I wish you a grand evening, my lord."
Merelao offered no spoken farewell, merely dismissively waving a hand over his shoulder as he pulled the shimmering silk from his frame. The fabric pooled at his feet revealing a back broad and sculpted, the result to a life spent in the pursuit of physical perfection. Sebastian bowed low to the empty air and retreated, the door clicking shut leaving the other man to say his own.
