The Sugar Plum She Can't Resist

"Get up," 

Issac felt a kick on his body stir him from sleep. At first, he ignored it, murmuring nonsense and thinking it was Maxi up to her antics again. Lately, he has not been able to get enough sleep because of her seduction games. So he ignored the tug and turned to the other side of the bed, sinking into sleep once more only to feel a sharp pain across his head and he jolted upward, pissed off. 

"For Fae sake, let me sleep, you little — oh…." He stopped midway, recognizing the familiar face scowling down at him, "My prince," Issac cleared his throat, composing himself and getting up to his feet. 

"What brings you to my room at this time of the night?" Issac was honestly alarmed thinking something bad had happened. Probably an attack, but that didn't seem to be the case. 

Instead, Aldric tossed a cloak to him which he caught swiftly, and said to him, "Get dressed, the girls are gone."