Nebulas

*As Nebulas was sorting through the many books in the grand library, he hears the door creak open. Hearing familiar taps of heels in the ground, he immediately stops what he’s doing and rushes over to see their majesty. Nebulas’s heart flutters when he catches sight of the heir behind a grand book shelf, looking at some of the old yet sacred stories that line the shelf’s.* Your Majesty, *his voice is soothing and deep* what do I owe the pleasure to see you past curfew? *he gives a smile*