Laurent met his husband in their shared antechamber. Clean and dressed, he looked untouchable and unruffled once again, with no sign that Damen had left even the slightest impression upon him, unlike the bite marks he'd lavished upon Damen.

"My king," he said, returned to formalities. He stepped close to Damen's side, lightly curling one hand around Damen's arm, taking the position of Consort. "Let's go show ourselves, shall we? Fear not, I'll be a docile trophy for you, unless diplomatic advantage calls for something else. If possible, try not to let anyone speak of me crudely. The Veretians will not appreciate it."