For the first two days of King Jaren's stay at the summer palace, he clung to Jules like a lost puppy. From the moment Jules woke up till he went to sleep, King Jaren observed every single action of his with full attention – what he ate, what he learnt, what he liked, what he didn't like, and when Jules went to sleep, King Jaren pulled up a chair next to his bed and watched him sleep.
Jules didn't really seem to mind…initially. On the third morning, when he woke up, he was scared by the dark bags under his father's red-rimmed eyes.
"Papa! Didn't you sleep at all, again?" Jules asked, concerned.
"Let me look at you, my dear child…" King Jaren murmured. "I haven't seen you for nearly sixteen years…"
"Well, you've found me now, and it's not like I'm going to run away," Jules pointed out. "You need to get some rest, too."
King Jaren shook his head stubbornly.
