Watching the star-filled sky from the glass dome in front of the gardens, Noah sat there with a single red cup in his hand and a half-eaten cheeseburger beside him.
He had escaped thirty minutes earlier from the bustle of people still partying out at the Olympian Pools. It’s safe to say that he isn’t really the kind of person who likes socializing and would instantly prefer to be in a secluded area than be out monkeying with other kids his age.
He doesn’t like getting too much attention, and neither does he want to get drunk, only to wake up the next morning and end up on the front page of the newspapers.
To be honest, if it weren’t for all the guards and his equerry following him everywhere, no one would think that he’s a prince. No one would give him too much attention and no one wo
