Albert woke to fingers in his hair, stroking gently, and a soft whisper of his name.

"Good morning."

"Good morning," he replied, blinking a couple of times before looking at his prince.

Neidhart kept stroking Albert's hair, the barest hint of a smile on his lips. And Albert was sure there was something he should do, but he didn't know what. He was in Neidhart's bed, and it was morning. But the fingers in his hair suggested he stay and there were no regrets about the night, so...

All was answered with a long, hungry kiss.

Albert would stay there.