Cele ended up dozing off in the wardrobe. He had no indication of how long, but his once numb limbs now throbbed painfully.
It was the slam of a door that awoke him. He jolted up instinctually, ready for confrontation, despite his protesting muscles.
“My prince,” he heard Rudolf say, in such a voice that it was clear he, too, was taken aback.
“Leave me,” Heiko bit, crossing the room with heavy steps that seemed out of character. After a moment, he demanded, “Where is the Ilysian?”
There was a silence in which Cele assumed the captain pointed to the wardrobe.
“He actually stayed in?” The prince released a bitter chuckle. “What a good dog.”
It was enough of a slight for Cele’s belly to bubble in agitation, making him kick the door open with his boot. The vacillation of the light from
