In the bar rather late at night, Orion sat at one of the booths, he's boy's head in his lap. Alex had fallen asleep a little while ago; still recuperating from his adventures rescuing the bird girl. He didn't mind. The bar was quiet, he had his drink and could work on his plans without any real interruption from people in the palace. Besides he ( Read more... )

Coming from the Bar, that strange place, Alex held the breakfast bread in a cloth napkin as he entered the palace. The king had been doing renovations in this area, scaffolding covered the walls and craftsmen slathered plaster filling in cracks. None of them noticed him. Or if they did they pretended not to. Everyone knew what happened if someone ( Read more... )