Carrick disentangled himself from his lover. "Follow me then, your Highness." He led the way up to the third floor, where his bedroom was situated. A fresh silk coverlet had been smoothed over the bed, and the lights had been dimmed. Instead, illumination came from a profusion of candles dotted around the room.
As soon as they had stepped inside the room, Carrick slid his arms around Russ' waist. "I wanted tonight to be special."