Part 58

/Javiers POV/

The spacious bathroom with the bronze tub, dark tiles filled with steam and warmth was so familiar to Javier at this point that he found himself slumping back. His hands remained by side, practically useless while shoulders hanging on to the coat.

Finally, he let the material hit the floor with a soft thud, a sigh escaping his lips.

Javier had to fight not to fall asleep in the bathroom, not to give in to his legs because they couldn't carry his body weight anymore.

The Prince was just so tired. Both mentally and physically drained after hearing from Alfred the day before. Someone was still out waiting to end his life. At the bitter reminder, his brain