Vyan's blood ran cold. "What's what?"
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Clyde crouched down, and Vyan almost felt like his heart had jumped into his throat.
"Stop, Clyde—"
Clyde picked up a silver pocket watch from the ground. "Look at this. Your pocket watch is lying here, all abandoned. Were you planning on leaving it for the lost-and-found?"
"Oh," Vyan let out blankly, his heartbeat steadying. "I didn't realize it fell."
Clyde shook his head and placed the watch on the nightstand. "Be more careful. It's a family heirloom, not a disposable toy."
Vyan nodded, wiping the beads of sweat that had formed out of nervousness.
"Why are you sweating, though?" Clyde arched an eyebrow. "Wait, were you tossing and turning all night again? Is that why you look like you wrestled with a dragon in your sleep?" He sighed heavily, shaking his head. "I knew I should have had the knights fetch some lavender incense."
