And the Night was Young
Jon sat in his study, looking over reports from all over the realm. The midnight hour had been called long ago, and Thayet had gone to bed with it. Jon wished he could have gone with her, but he had work to do.
The king sat his papers down and went over to the window. He had opened it long ago, for the summer night was hot, the summer air stuffy. He stared out at the city of Corus. He smiled. Hoiw he loved this city. This was where he had been born, raised, and where he lived. He had roamed the streets as a boy with Alanna, when they could do as they wished. How he longed for that once again. Then, no one knew him as the prince, as royalty. He was a merchant's boy, free to drink, free to roam the streets of the lower city, free to do as he wished.
As Jon looked down upon the city of Corus, an idea came into his head. What about one more drink at the Dancing Dove? All he needed to do was dress up a bit... And the night was young.
-ALY