Owen
I head straight to the guard and soldiers’ quarters. I scan the names printed on the doors until I come across the one I’m looking for. Then I bang on it.
“Jackson!” a voice groans from within. “I cannot party with you another night in a row. I need my damn sl—”
The soldier slams his mouth shut as he opens the door to me.
“Your Highness. I apologize. I thought you were…”
“Jackson?” I supply.
“Uh…”
“Do we have a partying problem in our ranks, Morris?”
“No, Your Highness.”
“Good.” I grab him by the collar of his shirt, shoving him into his room, and kicking the door closed behind me.
“Now based on the number of times you’ve called me ‘Your Highness’, I’m guessing you understand who I am,” I observe calmly as I lift Morris high enough against the wall that his feet no longe
