"Thank you Rogan," Sebastian said as he climbed out of bed. He splashed his face with water, washing away the sleep, before grabbing blindly for the towel. His hand grabbed Rogan's instead of the towel and he felt a jolt of attraction shoot through him, but he quickly slid his hand down to the towel and pulled it too his face, trying to use the cloth to hide the blush painting his cheeks. He would have much rather stayed holding on to Rogan but he doubted the older man saw him like that or would ever see him like that. Besides, Sebastian was expected to marry some princess to form an alliance or whatnot and start popping out heirs like a crazed rabbit. No one cared if that was what Sebastian wanted or even what he wanted. It was his duty, and on any other thing, he would give his everything for his people. The one thing he wanted in this world was to choose who he married, to marry for love and not duty.