Natasha's POV

We’ve spent quite some time in Lucien’s study and I’m still on my second glass while Lucien has had quite a lot. Two bottles of the same whiskey to be precise, they lay around on the ground seeming like there’s been a party in here. As the time ticks by, Lucien's starts to become more and more vulnerable.

“I own you little pet!, you’re mine and mine alone” he says in his drunken state, I wonder what’s come over me but I kind of like the way he calls me like something he purchased in the convenience store.

“You’re tired Lucien, would you let me help you to your room ?” I ask with a low tone trying not to aggravate or annoy his “royal highness”.

“Nonsense, I can walk and move around just fine” Lucien, in a drunken stupor, is attempting to stand up and walk on his own. His unsteady legs wobble beneath him as he struggles to find his balance. In a continuous cycle of swaying, he pushes himself upward only to falter and stagger back to his seat.

Observing Lucien's inebriated efforts,