“You are quite late today, sire.”
He froze, one foot inside the window of his room and other hanging on the other side in midair.
“James.” He addressed his guard as casually as he could in this situation.
The room was dark, except for the tiny stream of moonlight that filtered through the open window. But James sat inside the room on a chair at the bedside calmly flipping through the pages of some new book he must have grabbed on like he could still read it in the utter darkness. Ah, he probably he could.
Who was he kidding?
James was definitely capable of that.
“Why are you still hanging there like a child ready to bolt, sire? You may enter. This is your room after all.”
He huffed in exasperation, a little embarrassed at how much truth those worlds held. He entered the room with
