"Your Highness, please don't start causing trouble this early in the morning."
The voice of the black-haired woman cut sharply through the room. Now that I could observe her better, I noticed her light clothing — made for mobility — and the two swords at her waist, each of a different size, resting in their sheaths.
"Your Highness…?" I echoed, more to myself than to her.
The woman with black hair looked at me again.
"You really need to cut down on the drinking, sir. It's affecting your memory."
"Aether, come back to bed… it's still early," said the woman behind me, her tone lazy and soft.
I was lost — completely lost — with no idea what to do or say, until the voice of the black-haired woman returned, firm and unwavering.
"Leave. His Highness is clearly not in the right state right now."
The other woman groaned irritably, grabbed her clothes, and as she passed by the black-haired woman, she stopped at her side.
"One day, you'll get in my way at the wrong moment… and I'll make you mine, Lygni. I'll make you moan my name," she said before leaving the room.
The woman — Lygni — didn't seem bothered at all. No reaction, no surprise. In fact, she looked tired, as if hearing things like that was part of her routine.
"Your Highness, you really must reduce the amount of alcohol you drink," she said, turning to leave. But before stepping out, she added:
"It's almost time for your meeting with your father. I recommend that you take a bath."Then she left, closing the door behind her.
I stared at the room, then at myself, and the only words that escaped my mouth were:
"What the hell is happening?"