Chapter 77 Cruelty Of The Prince

• "You don't have to cook for three, he slept already. Maybe he will wake up only tomorrow morning," Adler uttered, a bitter smile forming on Arthur's lips who hummed in response.
• After a small dinner, Both males went to the room to sleep. Adler slipped inside the sheets, pulling the younger by the waist, snaking him between the hands, and burying his face in the younger's neck. It felt nice for him, the unfamiliar warmness, moreover the presence of someone beside him, no more the felt loneliness.
• "Good night, Bun." He pecked Franklyn's hair before slipping into a deep slumber while Franklyn was wriggling in his sleep.