It was late. Almost too late to be standing in the doorway, letting the cool wind brush over your cheeks and hair, washing the memory of bad dreams away. You were accustomed to this routine by now, sneaking at least a few times a week slipping past Simon’s silent room to let the night air clear your head.. You never bothered to wake Simon, so you would disrupt his studies.

"Princess?" A tired voice echoed down the hallway. "what are you doing?" Simon stood by his room.