“Your majesty..surely you don’t think I don’t know about your little midnight snacks, right?” Donavon had been the leading royal baker ever since his father, the former, had passed away. He was a sweet young man, but nothing beat the sweetness that came from his bread and pastries. Which is why they were the perfect targets for a midnight thieving session. He laughed quietly, a chuckle that rumbled in his chest. “You know I would bring anything you wanted to your room. You don’t have to sneak around.”