Ciana whispered, “Do you think he can see us? How does he know we're here?"
“Even if he does, he won't say anything."
“You sure?"
I nodded. I knew my nephew.
Alexander's dad was my oldest brother Justin, he was executed a few years ago when Alexander was only one or two. I didn't know how much he remembered his parents, but that didn't traumatize him any less.
Knowing the king was upset about Justin, no one in this palace wanted to be acquainted with a traitor's heir. Some even bullied the kid for fun—it probably made them feel superior while telling their drunk friends that they once picked on a prince and were able to get away with it.
Well, if they didn't run into me. Those bastards got what they deserved and I made sure that they'd never set foot in the palace again. However, I
