Part 21

/HIS POV/

The six-year-old Javier's room was warm, not very comfortable, though in the blazing heat. It's humid enough for the fabric of his shirt to stick too close to the skin, for palms to become too slick with sweat to properly grip anything. The crowd's early afternoon buzz outside of the castle seeped through the walls, a dim background soundtrack to the already present noises alive within the room. The hardwood of the chair cut in Prince's thighs, the lower back aching from the constant hunch in it, the neck in even more pain as he tried to read a book. Something his father gifted him for fifth birthday.

"Prince, are you ready? Your father should be here at any moment."