He never usually waited for her guards to let him in or for her ladies to wake her. Often, of late, Xene had been waking to the rich voice of the Dimitrou heir. If she didn't rise from bed in reasonable time, she'd end up waking to the inevitable flop of her best friend onto her bed. Sometimes she could move in time to avoid being pinned, others she was stuck giggling and smacking Iason's shoulder's until he let her up.

To most, Iason was seen as boring. Especially to the courtiers that they milled among. No one really noticed the way the man's eyes would wander and observe, or realize that much of what he heard was always relayed to Princess Xene. Of course, it worked both ways. Any information of interest was always spoken in the quiet hours of the night or morning when the two friends could escape.

This morning, Xene had literally rolled out of her bed at the first sound of his voice, narrowly missing Iason's descent onto her bed. Settled on her behind on the stone, she groaned and lay herself back onto the stone, laughing sleepily.

"You infernal brute," Xene cursed Iason with a sharp breath of laughter while she evened out her emotions. "You're so mean to me," she pouted at him from the floor, reaching up with her foot to nudge the top of his head. "One of these days I'm going get you back for all the rude awakenings."

She ignored whatever it was that Iason was to retaliate with, picking herself up off the floor and straightening her sleeping clothes. It was then that a few of her ladies stepped into the room, all too used to the Lord Dimitrou making himself at home in the princess' quarters most mornings. The girls ran off to prepare her bath as Xene padded to the mirror across from the bed.

The princess observed herself in the mirror, brushing her fingers through mussed up hair in order to straighten it just the slightest bit. She checked and double checked her appearance in the mirror, only glancing over to the bath that was being prepared once. "I've heard some lovely rumors about you, my sweet Iason," Xene hummed, turning her head to cast her blue gaze over her shoulder.

Her own delicate fingers worked at the ties of her clothing, letting the fabric slip off of her body, creating a pool on the floor. "A few of the ladies have discussed a possible engagement of yours," Xene commented, turning to face him fully, her head tilted in inquiry. "Is it true?" she continued, waving off one of the ladies that approached to let her know that the bath was done.

In the past, when Xene had undressed in front of Iason, he'd promptly wrapped her into one of her blankets and looked in every direction but at her. The shyness had completely vanished since then, which only made Xene that much bolder and comfortable in the man's presence.

As the princess sunk into her bath, she watched Iason from her warm cocoon, enjoying the oils and fragrances.

"I'm going to be highly disappointed if you're holding out on me."