Part 20. Prince in Farmers Market

/Tristan’s POV/

“You look like shit” That’s the first thing the Prince of Wales heard as soon as he blinked his eyes open.

Tristan squinted as the harsh sunlight hit his skin, making it almost impossible for him to adjust his vision. With a groan he sat up, pushing himself against the headboard while keeping his sheets intact. He had no intention of starting his day by flashing his bare body to someone.

The sound of someone clearing their throat loudly had him blink several times.

Zee stood by his bed, a frown on his face. What was he doing in the Princes bedroom?

“What are you doing here?”

“Your Royal Highness sent me here assuming you might have woken up by now.”

Tristan snorted. No way he was going to be up before eleven in the morning. He had a late-night meeting with the ambassador because of their time difference. His eyes were almost bleary and ready to give out by the time they were done.

“She thought wrong.”

“No, kidding!” Zee huffed.

“Why do you look like shit by the way!