"Should I also go away?"
A voice interrupted him.
Akamir looked to the other side of the bed.
Only to find Duke Darvin sitting on a chair.
Akamir blinked a few times, groaning internally.
Of all the people he didn't want to see first thing after waking up, Duke Darvin topped the list.
He sat up, dragging the pillow off his face and tossing it to the side. "How long have you been sitting there?"
"Long enough to know you sleep like a rock," Darvin replied calmly, his fingers laced together over one knee.
"And that your servant has no sense of propriety."
Zia bowed slightly but didn't say anything.
Akamir didn't reply right away.
He rubbed his eyes, swung his legs over the side of the bed, and stretched his back.
Standing up, he looked at Zia. "Can I get something refreshing?"
"Yes, young master," she replied and rushed out of the room.
Akamir looked back at Darvin. "Why are you here?"
Duke Darvin stood up from his seat and began to walk. "Can't I come to see my son?"
