Sleepily he sat up, eyes instinctively roaming over the curvy form of the maid. Where he not so taken by his current love, he'd invite Molly for some fun. But as it were, his eyes turned away from the voluptuous maid to the delicate, sleeping form of Kathryn Allarrick and his hand gently stroked down her cheek before he stole a kiss.
It was barely morning now, ad as he stood up from the bed, his red hair was a mess about the front, and even his braid had a few loose tufts jutting out from it. He gave a yawn, a stretch and scratched a hand through his unruly bangs before rising, nakedly, from the bed side.
His pants were somewhere- as were his clothing, and once he gathered those up, he began to dress against a side table, and once he was ready, he followed her out and to his room. Not a peep was made as the pair slipped down the hall, but Dekka was alert as ever- not that it was too much of a concern. They had made so much noise last night, it would be impossible for half the staff not to know their Grand duchess had been fucked.
Once inside his room, he took some time to down some water, and after realizing it was too early to be awake, but also he was too awake to fall back to sleep, he remembered his actions from last night and rose from the bed. When he opened the door he was surprised to find a servant waiting there.
"Good morning, I wanted to see if you had any clothing that needed tended to-" But Dekka pushed past the man and moved out into the hall.
"Nothing this morning, Cedric, " he told the familiar servant, pulling down his sleevesa nd moving to exit the palace.
Kathryn's room was located on the east side of the building, and lucky ofr him- the weather was gentle last night, despite now how the air hung with threats of rain. But the winds were strangely calm, and as he moved across the grounds, his green eyes expertly searched around- and each time he found a letter, he slipped it into his pocket and moved on to find the next....
All the while not realizing... the vizier's eyes were upon him, watching him like a hawk.
Vesrik dabbed a napkin to his lips as his brows furrowed. He wondered what the man was up to, and finished up his tarts for breakfast, and is tea, before he himself, began to make his way out to the east wing of the yard.