Into the Young Master's Room

You carefully opened Brody’s room door and stepped inside, leaving the two palace guards behind as you closed it softly behind you.

The inside of his room was like, well… like exactly what you expected.

His training blades were messily bundled in a pile, he owned far too many, left from the time he fancied collecting different sword types. A pair of discarded boxers lay on the floor near the black piano, and a poster of [Sorceress] Melina — wearing a fire-red bikini befitting her role as a flame mage — hung proudly on the wall. It showcased all of her assets, much to the delight of her highly dedicated fanbase. Beneath Brody’s bed, a stack of her more adventurous magazine covers peeked out, no doubt intended for those lonely nights.

The young master himself was sprawled out on his king-sized bed. Even while asleep, his annoyingly handsome face looked like it had stepped out of a royal portrait. His dark hair was tousled, and he seemed to be smiling in his sleep. At nearly two meters tall, he barely fit in the bed, yet looked perfectly comfortable.

Part of the blanket had slid back, revealing a bit of his chest — broad, lightly dusted with hair, and clearly the result of endless sword training.

Now came the real question: how to wake him up.