"Wait, Davien," his father called as he tried to follow after his brother.
Davien frowned and turned to look at the King. "Is something the matter, Father?" he asked, watching the door close before turning his attention to his father and slowly walking toward him. They were alone now, which meant this was something Draco only wanted him to hear.
"That should be my line." King Draco gave him a quizzical look.
"What do you mean?" Davien asked, feigning ignorance. He knew exactly what the King meant. He hadn't been feeling his best lately, but he didn't think it was noticeable. He thought he still had some time before anyone caught on.
"You know exactly what I am talking about. Have you been getting enough sleep?" King Draco asked.
"Of course," Davien replied.
"Feeding?"
"Once a day," he responded.
"Do you need to feed more?" Draco's eyes narrowed as if searching for signs of deception.
"I don't think so."