By the time the fae had entered the bedroom the young prince was asleep, he slept, as the fae would notice, in the nude as many of the highborn could afford to do. It seemed his servant had been in to turn down the sheets and check his room. Putting a few slow burning logs on the fire to keep the warmth in the room and drawing the shutters and thick curtains closed before extinguishing all but a single candle that was kept within arms reach of the bed. Upon his table a fresh jug of water and goblet and his clothes already removed for washing. he had left little trace that he'd been there but for a small folded blue cloth upon the table, inside of which sheltered a few lily of the valley, the fresh scent wafting about the room with it's delicate aroma. They were all but out of season now and one would assume they meant something to the lord if his servant would go out to find them asked or not. 

As the fae checked on the sleeping lord he would notice that he entered at the end of some uncomfortable sequence or another in his dreams. For his brow was relaxing and a light sheen of sweat hugged his skin even as his fists and muscles began to relax once again, the sheets had worked themselves down, baring his chest and stomach, though glimpses at his back would reveal those scars again as he rolled over and faced away from the Fae's entrance, shivering slightly and in sleep grasping covers to pull them up over hips and to his rib cage. 

Nothing else was out of place nor disturbed in his room aside the little gifts but one could only wonder how long that would remain the case for.