"But you will not this time," Llane replies, returning the mock-stern look with a brow lifted high on his forehead and the upward twitch of his lip. A little smugness never hurt in these situations, especially as Anduin stepped back and began removing the hardened leathers.

His fingers itched to reach out and busy his hands with the draw strings of the warrior's breeches, but the king kept them to himself. He pressed them to the fabric of the bed, flexing them to soothe the urge that nagged at him.

"You are such a sight, Anduin," Llane praised out of nowhere, voice gaining a teasing tone, "I would order you to go shirtless if I thought you would actually heed it." King Llane smirked openly that time, brows wagging as his hands properly knotted into the bedding. He admired the view he was being given either way, as both of the Lothar siblings were gorgeous and Llane was unashamed of his blatant approval of watching either of them disrobe in front of him. However, he would never think of letting anyone see what laid beneath the dresses Taria wore.