13
We returned to the manor and the boys’ room. The place was quiet, but when we opened the door we found evidence of the gleeful roughhousing. The lamp was still broken, albeit in a neat pile, and the bed had been made with all the care of a pig rustling in the mud. The animal rugs were still askew and there were footprints on the walls that had been partially scrubbed by inexperienced hands.
The two culprits themselves were on the bed. Caius sat up with his back against the headboard, and draped over him was his young brother, fast asleep. He looked up at our coming and sheepishly grinned. “Hey.”
I couldn’t help but grin at the adorable sight as I walked up to them. “Hey. You two have fun?”
“More fun then I’ve had in a long time,” he affirmed with a sparkle in his eyes as he
