Forty Eighth Meeting

Sebastian’s nerves got the better of him during the night. He might be a master of public appearances, but his crowning ceremony was very different to anything he had ever done before.

“You’ve rehearsed plenty of times,” Edward reminded him after noticing his shaking leg. “Everyone said you were perfect at the latest rehearsal.”

“I know that,” he said with a frown. “I just can’t stop feeling nervous.”

“If we were a normal couple in a house of our own, I would make you some chamomile tea to help you sleep,” Edward replied.

Sebastian felt absolutely wide awake and not in the mood for sleeping. Edward had come to visit him in the night as he normally did. Sebastian was glad for his presence.

“Let’s play a game,” he suggested. “It might tire both of us out.”

“Strip poker?” Edward said with a wink.

Sebastian knew that Edward currently had his mind in the gutter when he heard that comment.

“I want to calm down,” he retorted.