Dorian stirred, a cool breeze fluttering in as if his magic awoke as well, squinted at them both, then at the clock atop the mantel. He hauled the pillow over his eyes and went back to sleep. “Very kingly,” Aedion told him, heading for the door. Dorian grumbled something through the pillow that Aedion chose not to hear.
he probably said for you to sybau. i hope.
