By the time Dean and Arion finally recovered their son, Theodore had slept through a tiger meeting, three separate arguments, several adults laughing loudly enough to wake half the palace, and Nero attempting to negotiate whether the tiger should eventually be allowed inside residential rooms.
Sebastian had ended that discussion.
Theo remained oblivious.
Arion carried him through the eastern guest wing with one arm beneath his legs and the other secure around his back, Theo's face pressed against his father's shoulder while the borrowed jacket Sebastian had wrapped around him earlier remained tucked over his small body.
Dean walked beside them, carrying Theo's shoes.
"He has developed an impressive ability to sleep through disasters."
Arion glanced down at their son.
"He grew up around our family."
"That explains it."
