Capítulo 143: What's in the Prince's wardrobe?

Luckily, Soren's wardrobe is not very far from the bed, so I do not have to move much to make my way over these. I consider myself very lucky for that fact, as I am both very sleepy, and very unstable, finding it particularly difficult to balance effectively on my slightly longer limbs, tipping the balance of what I am used to just enough to make it unnerving.

To him, I expect I look like a new born deer, teetering on silted legs, wobbling with each step, not having yet achieved the fine grace that comes with adulthood vampirism. As is the life of a newly formed hybrid vampire.

I suppose I should have expected as much.

"Steady on, darling," he chuckles warmly as I press myself woozily against him, rubbing the sleepy dust out of my eyes with my fist. "I would rather you didn't collapse on my just yet."