Julius walked slowly down the dimly lit corridor, clutching a stack of letters tightly to his chest. Each letter was carefully written for Maverick, though he knew his penmanship left much to be desired.
It was late, the castle eerily quiet, and the faint glow of candles flickered along the walls as he approached Maverick's bedroom door.
Taking a deep breath, he reached for the doorknob, turning it as quietly as possible to avoid making any noise.
When the door creaked open just enough, he slipped inside and gently closed it behind him.
Leaning against the door, Julius let out a sigh of relief. "Safe," he muttered to himself, feeling accomplished at sneaking in unnoticed.
"What are you doing?" Maverick's voice cut through the quiet room.
Julius jumped at the sudden question, his heart skipping a beat. He looked up, ready to offer an excuse, but the words caught in his throat.
