90 Baby brother

A strange piece of news started to spread around the castle at some point. 

A prince was born. 

A pretty little boy, with hair as dark as his father, a prove that he was of the holy bloodline. 

Despite hearing it everywhere in the palace, whenever the young crown prince asked someone for more information, they would avoid giving any answers. 

How very strange. 

There was no other choice. He had to find it out by himself. 

So, one very normal evening, the prince sneaked out of his library.

While the wind was playing around with the leaves, the scent of newly watered flowers filled the gardens. As the setting sun was half-covered with clouds, bathed in the pleasant chill of spring, filled with the fresh breath of air and clear sight of the sky, the little prince hid behind a thick bush, barely holding his baggy clothes in his embrace. Peeking through a tiny gap, he awaited the rumored mistress of his father.