[ "Morning, Sleeping Beauty" ]
Did that voice hold a tone of sarcasm? Was that what he was picking up on as his eyes opened to the light; He looked around at the scattering of clothes, the misplaced silk sheets that lay this way and that along with the fact that the collection of pillows that usually cushioned him at night were strewn helter skelter atop furniture, along the floor and just at odd places on the bed.It was like someone had used his bed as a trampoline and messed up his room. He would have questioned it more if he hadn’t noticed the piece of green fabric on the floor with it’s gold decoration on the front.His brain clicked up to speed and he looked to the side at the thoroughly rumpled vizier currently looking up at him while holding the cotton sheet close to his naked form; On his neck lay a number of red love bites, his hair was ruffled and stuck out at odder angles than usual and the usually pale, freckled cheeks were filled with a red colour.Had they….?"Good wine, huh..?" The first thing he could think to say also happened to be the stupidest.
