Third POV
The night came slowly giving space for the golden lighting in the palace.
Julian was still in the stables, lying on a rough straw. His back ached more every second. He had cleaned three stalls during the afternoon, his hands blistered from holding the shovel. He had no food except for a bottle of water with bread brought to him by one of the palace guards.
The ordered food from the king.
Every sound in the palace seemed far away from here. He wouldn’t even hear if he wasn’t a werewolf. He took his mind back to the normal palace life and what it looked like now. The laughter from the guards’ quarters. The music from the royal hall during events and galas. The clatter of dishes from the kitchens. Maids and servants walking in haste through the hallway to carry out their tasks
