Content Warning: [18+]
When Yusha left the palace, he saw Hans.
The man stood near the gates, leaning casually as if he had been waiting all along. Perhaps for him?
Why is he there?… Strange
Yusha thought.
Unease crawled up his spine, but exhaustion dulled his instincts. When Hans suggested staying at an inn for the night, Yusha hesitated—then nodded.
He knew his body was fragile now. The thin clothes, the cold, the snow… getting sick would only slow him down. And if something happened to the baby—
He shook his head. He couldn't let that happen.
At the inn, Hans rented a single room.
Yusha noticed immediately.
"There aren't any others available," Hans said, shrugging when questioned, his tone too smooth, his smile striking a nerve.
Yusha told himself not to overthink it.
He was tired. So tired. He just wanted to lay on the bed and sleep for a few hours.
In peace.
