Julius had heard the latest in news. It hadn’t been pleasant, in learning of the actions his liege had been forced to take in self-defense. These inane Concubine Wars had rendered these children killed or killers, and likely not by will. Ah, Julius remembered keenly when his own first kill had occurred. Similar to little lord Xander, he had been barely a teen; despite his wishes against it, the attacker’s life had been snuffed out. Then again, Julius had done this while living on the streets, where no consequence were doled nor felt. Prince Xander would never be so lucky. 

He approached the lad’s chambers, a startling disquiet accompanying him.  It was an eerie silence, likely spawned from anticipation. What lied behind that door was a child with the melancholy of murder. However, Julius would not cower because of that. He knocked on the door, once, twice. 

“Lord Xander?”

Don’t mind Xander now. He’s just going to casually scoop up his wife and continue on his way. No one ask any questions.

     Kamui’s just going to giggle and snuggle up against his chest while being carried off, showering his face with kisses as soft purrs sounded from the back of her throat.

“I have told you already to stop doing this!” Leo would have shouted if Forrest hadn’t been napping in the next room over. The phone pressed tightly against his ear as he listened to the excuses on the other end.

Why did his family refuse to respect his wishes? Refuse to acknowledge the fact that he wished to make it on his own without their help. Without their blood money. He loved his siblings dearly but he wanted distance. Wanted a fresh start with his son. One that didn’t involve living in fear or doing God awful things.

He couldn’t put through Forrest through that life. It was why he had to get away. But someone didn’t seem to understand his wishes.

“Xander, I am tired of playing this game. Stop putting money into my account or I’ll change it again.” Though what good would that do since his brother always seemed to find a way to locate whatever bank Leo switched to?

Brows furrowed together as eyes began to show even more worry. Lips pressed into a thin line. How does someone break the news of a parent being long gone? How can someone do it without seeming to break a heart or to bring on more trauma? Hands that rested on her lap curled into balls.

If she went along with his memory, what would happen? Eyes looked out the window besides the bed, soon returning to the King of Nohr.

"He's not here." A vague statement that could mean many things. Either, 'he's dead', or just 'he's not here'. The sound of the door opening caused her head to turn. There stood a servant, a tray in hand with only a few items. She beckoned him in, pointing to the small table by the bed. Few words were exchanged between them, besides a simple "Thank you" before he left. Her Majesty returned her attention to Xander.

Could she question him, once he was awake enough? She was told by her highest healer that he would be groggy, if he did smack his head against the ground. Another servant was off, looking for his cane in the meantime. Just where did he leave it, and why did he go to the gardens? There’s so much Kamui wants to ask, but only time will tell if his memories come back.

┆♟┆ If there was one good thing the young boy was good at that was running away and hiding from anyone who even seemed remotely threatening, even his own mother when her orders became too much for him to bear. Leon had always been a timid child at heart one that would rather avoid confrontation if at all possible. Yet sometimes he found himself having to face in when Lunada threw him to the proverbial wolves, fighting in the little closed off arena for King Garon's amusement and to gain his favor was something he often experienced. 

Even if most of the fights he ended up running around in a circle and somehow finding enough cracks in a wall to scale it, of course, this earned punishment from his mother later it occurred so often it became a normal routine. Yet, today was different while Leon fled from his terrible mother after she tried to strike him with a dead child's arm, heavy footsteps echoed throughout the hallway before coming to a sliding stop, if he hadn't slowed down early Leon would have undoubtedly run straight into the Crown Prince Of Nohr. 

❛Ah--ah, forgive me Crown Prince for my impudence.❜ 

     Since the end of the war and her marriage to Xander, nightmares had become a thing of the past for the queen. The comfort of him there at her side, knowing they were safe and sound together, it always chased them away, but tonight seemed to be one where she was ill at ease. How long she’d been writhing in her sleep she’d no clue, but that tender voice managed to stir her from the darkness as one lone tear slowly rolled down her cheek.