#dearspidey

Okay... that was the second class of the day, and now it was out of the way. Carlos watched as the young adults in the lecture hall packed up and filed out of the seating and down to the doors. It struck him as familiar - from when he was back at the University of Whatitis and would give an occasional lecture when he was invited. If he didn’t think to hard, he could almost forget the past few years with Hammer’s company.

He was being called ‘Dr Ramon’ again, which was not exactly something he thought he missed until the students started bidding him a good day.

It was weird. It was a little emotional, actually. Carlos wasn’t sure how he was supposed to feel.

As the students left, he busied himself with tidying up the desk at the front for the next class, putting his notes back in order and trying not to think too hard about anything, really.

@dearsspidey

His Royal Majesty was getting too old for this bullshit.

But this bullshit was his duty - he’d sworn an oath at his coronation, when he’d thrown out his corrupt adviser and taken the crown the way his father would have wanted, that he would henceforth defend Starkholm himself.  He wouldn’t resort to witchers or mages, but would slay his own monsters.  Whether those monsters were beast or man.