Damian was still in bed flushing in embarrassment at the erotic nightmare he had just suffered when suddenly, Mr. Baldwin knocked once on the door and walked into the room.
“Good morning, your grace,” Mr. Baldwin bowed as he crossed over to Damian who was still seated on the bed.
Though startled when Mr. Baldwin walked into his room, Prince Damian smartly dragged a pillow over the discharge on his bed, he recollected himself and faked a smile. “Good morning, Mr. Baldwin,” Damian breathed, his gaze locked on the man.
The man continued, now crossing over to the still shut windows and he opened them, causing rays of the morning sun to enter and further illuminate the room. Two candles from a candelabrum were still burning, Mr. Baldwin also crossed over to them and he blew them off. Damian’
