"Oh, a couple more days. I have to prove I can walk down the hall on my own, I think, before they let me out. Luckily two weeks in a bed isn't nearly as back as two months. So- a day or two I think." If he were lucky, very lucky. But Ty didn't see why he couldn't be that lucky, he thought as he took another swig of the whiskey and held it out for Ollie.

"I think he's also worried I'll fall over and hurt myself or something. I might not be the son of a King in the way fairytales talk of it. No promise of taking over the kingdom, and some such. But I am still the son of the King, and thus....every little hurt is something to fret and worry over." Not that, Ty imagined, Elisha had ever meant for it to be that way. Instead, everyone else had taken it upon themselves to worry a hundred times over about his well being. And he had long gotten used to being call 'my little prince' by teachers and tutors as he grew up.

Interestingly, he was still called that from time to time even now.