In the early hours of a new day, the sun rose and emitted its golden rays on the quiet capital of Sparta.
Even though it was the dawn of a new day, almost no Spartan could be seen on the streets of the capital. Most were in their houses snoring and sleeping away the immense exhaustion they all had.
Although some might find it strange that a lot of people would still be asleep even though it was already morning, one could not really fault them. The feast and celebration which was held in honor of the youngest prince had ended just approximately two hours ago, and the majority of them were still exhausted and drunk even in their sleep.
Silence hung over the capital of Sparta.
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In a particular room in the royal palace, a boy mumbled incomprehensible words with snot, spit, sweat, and a silly smile on his face as he slept.
The boy turned and tousled on his bed, and sometimes the only comprehensible words the boy would say were,
