"O-oh… you're awake…"
It had all started with those simple words, and ever since then, Zalyric had attached himself to Rowan like a stubborn leech. Even now, he hovered so closely that Rowan could feel his breath against his skin.
"Your Majesty, could you please give me some space?" Rowan complained, leaning back as far as he could without falling off the bed. "I can barely breathe here. I might actually die at this rate, you know?" He pouted dramatically, crossing his bare arms over his chest as if to shield his modesty, though the teasing glint in his eyes gave him away.
Zalyric didn't find any of it amusing. "Can you not casually talk about dying?" he snapped, voice low and edged with genuine frustration. "Do you have any idea how worried I was when you collapsed like that? After vomiting that much blood?"
