When Ivan was done handling royal matters for the rest of the day, he returned to his chamber to find his little lamb sitting on her bed, but she had gotten to her feet the moment he walked in, a habit she had grown accustomed to after serving him for months now.
As usual, she helped him out of his attire before he finally got dressed into his royal obsidian-black night robe, all prepared to head to bed, but there was just one problem– he didn't feel like going to sleep. Naturally, he was a man who hated the company of others, he had driven his entourage away after having had it to his limits, but he found himself finishing his duties a lot earlier today so he could spend time with his little lamb, and now that he was here where he could see her, he hardly knew how to begin, where to start, or how to divert her attention in his direction.