Henry carefully helped Maverick slip into his coat, smoothing out the fabric over his shoulders.
Suddenly, a loud shout rang out, jolting everyone in the room. Lawrence shot up from his sleep with a gasp, scaring Wolfgang, who had been sleeping peacefully beside him.
Wolfgang's red hair stuck out in all directions as he startled awake, blinking in confusion. Maverick turned to look at Lawrence with an annoyed expression, his tone sharp.
"You should hurry up and get back to your office. And Wolfgang," he added, glancing at the boy, "have your breakfast, then return to the palace. I'll be busy for the rest of the day."
Lawrence groaned, clutching his nose, which was stuffed with a wad of white cloth. His muffled voice carried a note of grievance. "What the hell, Maverick? How could you punch me without warning?"
Maverick shot him a dispassionate glance. "You asked for it."
