A note had arrived for Julian by raven in the night. The ink-black bird had startled prince greatly, carrying with along its message many bad memories that burned a pit in his belly. His hands had shaken as he unraveled the note and he hated it, almost more than he hated his current circumstances.
It was their last chance to sleep in a proper establishment before roughing it for the next neck of their journey, although calling it such would be a stretch. There was a mumbling drunk in the corner who appeared moments away from weeping while they ate a subpar dinner in an empty inn. Julian had long grown accustomed to the luxurious lodgings afforded to his status, both in his past life and current life. From five star hotels and seaside villas to palace apartments so clean he could dine off the marble floor, the suffering as a young adult in his first life had felt like a dream.
