Carlton sighed heavily as the triplets scampered off, ignoring his instructions to walk normally. Of course they wouldn't listen - why would they? He found himself ducking behind walls and columns, mimicking their furtive movements like some sort of bumbling secret agent.
His mind raced with the absurdity of the situation. Here he was, a grown man and Duke or Empress no less, hiding behind suit of armor like some kind of thief. And for what? To appease the whims of three tiny tyrants who seemed to have him wrapped around their little fingers.
As he crept along, Carlton couldn't help but notice Malcolm and Helena following suit behind him. The precocious pair were clearly intrigued by their father's antics with the triplets. Carlton suppressed a groan - if this wasn't bad enough already, now he had two more accomplices in this farce.
