“Where are you going?” Castile asks, his hand on the hilt of his sword as he watches you climb down from your room.

It’s quite silly, watching a royal heir climb down three stories on a palace wall just to sneak off to their affair with the prince consort, but he watches you for a moment anyway.

With a heavy sigh, he grabs you by the waist and hoists you up over his shoulder, starting back towards your room.

“It is almost midnight, little royal, no time for you to be out and about.”