"He almost looks pitiful," I mutter to myself, crossing my arms as I block the entryway door from any unexpected interruptions. "Almost."
I can hear his teeth gnawing at a rock hard piece of bread, making little progress through the roll Upon witnessing us, he doesn't let up though his consumption is unbefitting of a prince. I wonder if it's a remnant of his days as a bird, pecking at whatever scraps I was kind enough to give him. After a taste of suffering, one learns how to be grateful for every morsel they receive. I learnt this lesson myself once upon a time, it's only fair that Julian have his turn.
