<span style="font-family:Vidaloka">Although Wesley had heard people say that it was supposed to rain outside that night, he was fairly certain that there hadn’t been a cloud in the sky during the moment that he had crawled under the balcony. That meant it couldn’t be rain that was tapping on the balcony above him, though, and that gave Wesley a small reason to fear who it might be. If it wasn’t rain, then it definitely was footsteps. After all, from the balcony down to where he was lying was only a quick trip down a staircase and anyone with any sense at all would know that he wasn’t supposed to be there. <br/>
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His entire body froze up, trying to keep entirely still so that he wouldn’t alert anyone to the fact that he was somewhere he wasn’t supposed to be. Then, as he tried to keep as quiet and still as physically possible, Wesley realized something else as well. He realized that there was a chance that whoever it was up on that balcony might be intending on coming down the stairs anyway. If they lived here, after all, they didn’t exactly need a reason to come down the stairs. They were perfectly allowed to do so of their own accord. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:steelblue"><i>‘Who would be wandering over here anyway?’</i></span> Wesley couldn’t help but wonder. This wasn’t the first time he’d snuck into the palace walls, this wasn’t the first time  he’d slept beneath this particular balcony, but it was the first time he had ever heard someone walking on the balcony. He felt his heart nearly skip a beat as he realized that it could be the new security that the palace had added according to Garrett. His whole body shifted and tensed. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:steelblue"><i>‘Maybe I should run… they probably couldn’t catch me.’</i></span> That was one thing he usually had on anyone chasing him on the streets, anyway. Wesley always managed to be faster than them. <br/>
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However, he then the footsteps stopped. Wesley couldn’t figure out exactly where they would be by that point, but he knew that they were still there. There hadn’t been enough steps for the person to get out onto the balcony <i>and</i> get back inside. They were still there. There was no other place that they could be. <br/>
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Like a statue, Wesley remained there. For what felt like the longest time, he didn’t move. At least, to him it felt like a long time. In reality, though, it really hadn’t been that long at all. It was just long enough for someone to gaze at the stars. <br/>
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Sooner or later, though, Wesley had to breathe and that was when everything fell apart for Wesley. He inhaled a breath of fresh air and that threw his whole balance off. Wesley fell over and crashed into a wall. A single key that he owned fell out of his pockets, clanging onto the cobblestone and he was sure it was something that someone would hear. To top it all off, there was a remark of, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:steelblue"><b>“Ahh… shit!!”</b></span> <br/>
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There was no chance that whoever it was wouldn’t know now and he doubted he could manage to run now.</span>