CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
Sebastian stood in his rooms, throwing things into a travel bag and trying to decide what was important. Money would be useful. Spare clothes for the journey, but not the finery of the court. Sebastian looked around. How much of this really mattered? Maybe if he’d realized that earlier, it wouldn’t have come to this in the first place.
He could feel the pressure of time ticking away as he packed. Every moment was one in which his mother might decide to keep him in the palace by force, invoking her authority as his mother, his queen, the commander of his regiment. Probably the only reasons she hadn’t done it already were that she didn’t really think that it was possible that he might leave, and she was worried about the scandal that might come from a prince being hurt
