It was the quiet double tap on wood that drew Roman from his slumber. He groaned, burying his head deeper into his pillow before he reluctantly twisted his head, slowly opening one eye to see the time. 3:28AM Roman moaned, closing his eye again and pulling the blanket over his head. Hadn’t he told the Dragonwitch that even though 3am was the witching hour, that didn’t mean she could disturb him then? A Prince needs his rest. He had sworn that he’d made the point perfectly clear last time--
The soft double tap came again.
Roman frowned into his pillow. That wasn’t from his realm. He pushed himself up onto his elbows, staring at his bedroom door. Who in the mindscape would be awake at this hour-- He shook his head. That was a dumb thought. With how late Thomas liked to stay up it could be anyone on the other side.
Roman moved slowly off the bed and leaned up against the door, head resting on the back of his hand, not quite willing to open it when he was unpresentable and called out: “What?”
Silence. And then. A faint tap tap. More hesitant than before. Roman let out a long breath. “I’m not opening this door until you announce yourself.” He said loud enough for whoever was on the other side to hear.