In another part of the castle, the dawn crept stealthily in through a window.  Its growing light illuminated a wide bed, in which an apparently young man lazed, surrounded by several women.  One of them stirred, but only to smile and throw an arm over him.  The small movement broke him from his doze, but not his laziness, and so his own small movement was only to free his arm from the bedding and rub her back.  Another of the girls stirred, and he bent his head to kiss her forehead gently.  Sooner or later, he'd have to get up, but for now, he would laze with this portion of his harem.  It was nice to not be questioned on his morals or seeming lack thereof.