Cassian kicked the heavy oak doors of the Royal Bedchamber shut with his heel. The thud echoed in the massive, dark room, sealing them inside.
He didn't put Elian down. He carried his Steward across the plush carpets and dropped him unceremoniously onto the center of the massive four-poster bed.
Elian bounced slightly on the mattress. He looked up at the Prince, who was currently shrugging out of his formal military jacket. The moonlight spilling through the tall windows caught the sharp, predatory lines of Cassian's face.
"I thought I was supposed to be a pillow, Sire," Elian said, his voice breathy in the quiet room.
"You are a pillow," Cassian murmured, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it onto a chair. His broad chest was bathed in silver light, the scars standing out in stark relief.
Cassian crawled onto the bed. He caged Elian between his thick arms, hovering over him.
"But I cannot sleep," Cassian whispered, his ice-blue eyes dropping to Elian's lips.
