julian was the adventurous type.

that is, if you count finding hidden markets and dubiously legal bars as ‘adventuring.’ far out of view of the countess or her guards, julian was free, looking as happy as you’d ever seen him as his long legs carried his lithe body across the market grounds.

“come on,” julian pleaded, a wide grin on his handsome face as he urged you into the bar. “you know i just can’t pass on a chance to get rowdy.”