The night was cold, almost harshly so. The trees danced to the chilly, singing wind, and the moon dazzled like a ball light.The dormitory was quite busy. Students went on and about even though it's already past 10 pm.He stood outside by the bar gate, which allowed him to see the inside of the humongous three-storey building that housed hundreds of students. The lamps and security lights helped the moon illuminate the verdant surroundings more.He received a lot of glances from students who passed by, but he didn't care. Perhaps they found him weird and called security, or maybe not, or maybe Dan explained to them or sent them away, but thankfully, nobody bothered him.He chugged on a bottle of rum as he lingered in the passenger seat of his car, his feet lodged to the ground and his eyes fixed on the gate.He wasn't waiting, in particular, neither was he going to barge in. Or maybe he would, but perhaps he shouldn't. Truth is, he didn't know what he's doing there, nor was he aware of

“Your Majesty.” Mrs Peoni curtseyed before him as he walked into Isaac's room accompanied by his page and Dan. Isaac lay in the middle of his bed in a sheer cotton shirt, deep in slumber, and the duvet covered up to his waist. “How is he?” He asked worriedly, his eyes not shifting from his son. “He woke up four hours ago, around 11 pm. The doctors checked on him and his vitals were back to normal. He had a light meal and freshened up before falling asleep.” The king furthered into the room and sat on the empty side of the bed to give Isaac a better look. He ran his fingers over his son's head, and Isaac twitched a little. He had bags under his eyes, and his lips were pale. His father held his hand, which laid before his trunk, and leaned in to give him a kiss on his temple. He knew Isaac would definitely beat himself up due to the past events, but he didn't expect it to be to the extent that he'd fall unconscious. When he called that morning, Dan informed him that Isaac's heal