Snippet #2756512

Morning sunlight dappled across the simplistic bedspread. Luca sprawled across the bed and awoke with disdain for the cheerful sunny day. He rubbed his eyes in a lazy motion and pondered if he should make Drift some breakfast. It was the least he could do after last night. Luca smirked at the thought and then looked over in the sparse kitchen area. He had the basics, but it would be enough to make him some decent breakfast. He slipped past Drift and began to cook in a borrowed baggy shirt. It fell past his small waist, the sleeves puffed outward from the extra room. His thin frame felt lost in the fabric, but it was comfortable enough to cook a meal in.

Birds chirped outside and the glamour had already worn off. They'd have to get dressed and make it to the beginning ceremony, if they wanted to make a dramatic entrance. He scrambled eggs, put in his own seasoning and began to plate the food. Luca gazed over at Drift and wondered how the council would welcome their relationship. It was too early to say, but he had a feeling it would shock the entire kingdom. He knew that he'd be at war with some jealous House's, but he was up for the challenge. His status hadn't been challenged in public yet, but their declaration would give them fuel.

Once the food was platted and the coffee served in rustic mugs, he sat down and crossed his legs, while he admired his home-cooked meal. The man didn't own a single porcelain cup, but he'd live. Luca shrugged and sipped with a refined gesture, then spoke to Drift in a sing-song voice.

"Drift, dear...time to wake up! We want to make an impression with our entrance, remember?" Luca said, while he continued to take ginger gulps of his coffee. It was bitter, lacked body, but he'd be back home soon enough. Then he could treat Drift to a real meal. He uncrossed his legs and recrossed them, then served himself some food. If there was one compliment he could give to this meal, it was the fact that everything had been harvested at his quaint farm-like home. Even though he detested the chickens, he didn't regret the food they could produce.

Luca finished his meal and walked over to the bed, where he nudged Drift with a gentleness. "I want to be fashionably late...not force them to send out a search party!" He said playfully, then stole the covers and opened the curtains so the bright morning light flooded the room.