In the very-nearly-a-year since King Phillip had died and Lock had become king there were a few things that Wesley found himself becoming used to. Odd hours were one. Before the plague it was understood that the only time that Wesley would be summoned in the middle of the night was if bandits attacked the house or something.
Now who knew when Lock would have need of him. It lead to a very unsettling sort of feeling. A sort of transience, impermanence. He was determined to be there for Lock whenever Lock needed him, but the young king didn’t seem to have any sort of schedule. Probably because Lock didn’t seem to have time to create one. Continue reading