#69236 - . Sleep? She asked after his eyes had returned to her own, Why, is something wrong? With? She pursed her lips and pressed a hand to his chest, trailing it down over his skin, feeling the definition of his muscles and the occasional roughness of a scar, You know is it not working? He smirked a little and didn't reply, he simply waited for her hand which slipped down the front of his pants, to grip the steely length of his not too subtle erection. Despite the Princes very public humiliation during her coronation, he remained a popular figure among the clueless masses and, even if they only caught a glimpse of the coach he was supposed to be riding in, they would feel, Atrin thought, reassured.