He'd left. He had told no one, and simply left. In the middle of the night, bedsheets out the tower window, one knapsack of clothing, the whole thing. He slept in the woods because he'd heard that was the safest way of going undetected. Because he'd heard that was the thing to do.
Who would notice first? How long would it take them? He was a crown prince, yet somehow he always felt slightly invisible to the members of the court. That was part of the reason he'd left; he didn't want his father to have to die before anyone decided to notice him.
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