Chapter 165: The Spring Games

With warm water pouring over his face four hours later, Rafel heard Percival call across his section of the chamber suite to the bathroom. "Are you going to tell me where you were last night?" Rafel sighed and rinsed his mouth.

He shut the silver tap over the porcelain bowl and walked out. He was rubbing a towel over his head when he heard Percival enter his bedspace. Rafel dropped his hand. "What!" He chastised. And then proceeded to question his blond roommate about his own love life. "Dude, I just woke up. Give me a break. Besides, don't you have yourself to worry about. Like, when was the last time you got laid?"

Rafel was of the opinion that if Percy had a lady, he would quit bugging him so much. Percival only leaned against the curve of the partition wall and trained gilded irises on him. Rafel ripped out his drawers and searched for a clean shirt. Percival's eyes reminded him too much of his cousin, the Queen.

The former queen.