Casaio and Ian stood within the quiet shade of the gazebo.
"I've had to put all my personal affairs on hold," Casaio admitted. "I know you've been working hard to assist me with my own projects, but I couldn't justify being away from the palace. Not when my younger brother needs me like this."
Ian offered a respectful nod. "Your Highness, please don't give it a second thought. I understand completely. The entire kingdom's safety rests on ending this witch's reign. She isn't just a threat to your family; she's a shadow over all of us. Your focus is exactly where it needs to be."
"I appreciate your patience, Ian," Casaio said, his expression softening slightly.
"How is Princess Katelyn faring?" Ian asked, his brow furrowing with genuine concern. "The rumors about the cut on her cheek. The idea of that woman taking the Princess's blood is chilling."
