European History was one of those classes where Professor Blackwood droned on about treaties and trade routes while half the students dozed off or scrolled through their phones under their desks. I was actually trying to pay attention to his lecture about Renaissance diplomatic marriages when Julian raised his hand with theatrical flourish.
“Professor, might I be excused? I seem to have forgotten my supplementary reading materials in my locker.”
Professor Blackwood barely looked up from his notes. “Of course, Your Highness. Please don’t let us keep you from your educational pursuits.”
Julian gathered his things with that fluid grace that made everything look like performance art, shooting me a quick wink as he headed for the door. I thought nothing of it—Julian was always finding excuse
