Weeks had passed. Although Rodion had considered the possibility of moving in with the prince, he continued their arrangement of nightly visits. Sharing a bed had become a routine part of their lives, a quiet ritual they both embraced. Each night, Rodion would arrive to help Bulan anchor his weakened vitality through the healing power of physical contact just like what Sidapa had told him to.
Prince Nikolai would wait for him every night.
"This is bad. I'm used to his presence every night, sleeping alone would be so lonely without him."
He sat at the edge of the water fountain, his gaze fixed on the crescent moon high in the sky. As he had done every night for the past week, Prince Nikolai waited patiently for Rodion to arrive by the fountain.
"He's here,"