"Haaaahhh…"
Javier groaned, slumping against the windowsill with his chin resting on his hand. His eyes swept across the estate grounds. "I'm bored…"
He had tried to sneak out earlier, but the plan fell apart the moment he spotted his mother, Lady Francesca, near the Pekko pen. She wasn't doing anything threatening, just casually sharpening a large kitchen knife while throwing him sly glances.
"She wouldn't actually…" Javier muttered, recalling her words from before. His face fell. "No. She absolutely would. My Pekkos would end up on the dinner table if I stepped outside."
He leaned back with a sigh, staring at the ceiling. "Where is Liana? She's supposed to be attending me, and she's nowhere to be seen. What kind of loyal maid leaves her young master unattended in his time of need?"
Maybe she's in the kitchen. Or checking on the maids. Or… He shook his head.
