VAUGHN
The clock in my mother’s chamber hits 0:00am, indicating midnight.
I say my goodbyes to her and step out of her chamber for mine.
The only presence I notice in the corridors I stroll along are those of the fox guards standing like concrete soldiers in the artificial lights of the chandeliers hanging upside down like bats from the ceilings above.
I expect to find Bigail in my royal room.
What will she be doing? I wonder. Waiting for me? Sleeping?
I don't imagine she will expect things to continue smoothly between us after reporting me to my own mother.
This is the kind of relationships I have always hated and avoided, the one where my girlfriend has to drag my mother into every tiny issues we have.
Finally reaching my room’s entrance, I pause and sigh.
Then I push the hardwo
