Natalie POV
"Trevor."
I stood up from bed. Trevor was staggering and speaking uncoherently. Mentally expressing gratitude, I was able to get the little princes to sleep after they begged me to see their Mother or Uncle for an hour. They were sound asleep, locked and tucked into their personal chamber, and wouldn't witness their beloved Uncle like this.
Trevor grinned, closing the distance between us. There was foulness dripping from his body and he reeked of bitter alcohol. Good thing there was water still in the tub from the prince's bath. I had yet to drain it.
I pointed to the door off to the side of Aileen's bed. He sniffed at the collar of his torn-up shirt and grimaced. "Clean."
He frowned, "back to only speaking one word to me? Come on now, at least let me enjoy this dream, lo
