The Hangover

Romulus gave a half-hearted chuckle to Lillith's groaning response of a 100% success rate for slipping in undetected and going to bed. He could sympathize with that feeling all too well. He'd get them up to her room, get Lil into bed, draw the curtains and fetch a bowl of water, then spend the rest of the day sleeping off the hangover with her. Easy peasy. And they would do it all as smooth and easy as their escape had been. No one would catch them sneaking back in. Especially not Ulric. That would just be the worst possible outcome, but surely his luck couldn't be that bad!

Then, as if the universe was pulling a cruel prank on him, Roman glanced up and spotted the giant earthen Adravendi patriarch come darting down the stairs towards them. Steely silver eyes went wide with shock and panic, freezing on the spot with Lil still across his back and clinging too I'm with her forelegs around his neck. For a long, silent moment, he just stared at the former alpha, knowing full well they reeked of alcohol and sex since they hadn't had a chance to wash up yet. Romulus saw his very short life flash before his eyes. Was this really how he died? Mauled to death by a dire wolf in a castle garden after fucking his daughter? Well, at least he had a hell of a good sendoff from Lillith if this was how he went out.

To his surprise, however, Ulric just shook his head and told them to get inside. Roman's ears flicked back to his skull and he tried to slink past Ulric without making eye contact, his face flushed hot with embarrassment at having to walk past the father of his girlfriend who he'd just spent all night ravaging. He slid in through the open door, still carrying Lillith's exhausted body, and cringed away from Ulric's stern glare, offering the dire brute an apologetic and bashful grin. "Yes, sir," he responded when Ulric told them to head up to bed and he'd bring them some supplies, starting to make his way carefully up the stairs. Once they'd reached the second floor and were headed down the corridor to Lillith's room, he glanced back to his lover once more with an embarrassed grin. "Well, looks like your dad knows you're not a little girl anymore." He snickered, then finished the rest of the walk to Lillith's bedroom, pushed the door open, and stepped inside.

Romulus carefully carried Lil over to their bed, depositing her gently onto the plush mattress before moving to the windows to pull the heavy curtains shut. Blissful darkness consumed the room, giving his eyes and head some relief from the too-bright moonlight. "How're you feeling?" he asked Lil as he approached the bed again, resting his head on the edge of the mattress and gazing lovingly at her silver alabaster form, waiting for Ulric to return with some water and medicine for them.

"Speech"