The night was getting old, but the young Julian still couldn't sleep.
'So father really wants to leave without me? Impossible! Not on my watch!'
Father, forgive him for his disobedience just this once.
Julian secretly thought, while sliding down the sides of his bed and rolling to an even darker corner for cover.
And then, like a thief in the night, leaned against the walls, blending with the darkness until he reached his massive walk-in closet space.
Phew~
Luckily, he was quick to grab one of those fine Baymardian flashlights presented as a gift several days back.
"Your Highness?"
A distant sound made the 7-year-old Julian feel his scalp tingle.
Crud!
He turned off the torch switch and quickly headed back to his main room into his bed with light stealth movements.
"Your Highness?"
