The main palace was busy, servants hurrying along the corridors, carrying trays or letters, their voices echoing faintly within the large walls. It wasn't a lie when nobles said even the walls had ears because even if low, their conversations were evident to Zayden.
Some gossiped about a noble who divorced due to cheating, while others discussed their own love life.
However, he didn't pay much attention to them, his gaze was focused on the two people in front of him.
Eiran ran ahead, his boots echoing against the stairs.
"Papa!" he called, excitement filled in his voice, silver hair bouncing with every step.
Ren followed, careful, his hands brushing the railing. He wasn't fast enough. Not fast enough to notice the maid descending the stairs until it was too late.
