"IMPERIAL GENERAL ZAYDEN SYLVARIS AND EIRAN SYLVARIS ARE ENTERING!" Announced the guards.
The tall golden doors opened.
Soren turned, wondering if Ren hadn't come with them. He spotted Ren slipping quietly behind Zayden like a shadow as they entered.
The servant wore a neatly tailored shirt, almost matching Eiran's and Zayden's dark green suits.
The Crown Prince smiled, amused at the sight.
Ah, this is rich.
Zayden, acting all composed and indifferent, and Ren, not caring whether the General looked his way or not, his gaze focused on what stood ahead.
Classic.
And yet… Soren couldn't forget the way Zayden's gaze lingered on the servant, the tiny curve of his lips whenever Ren's name was mentioned although he tried to force a frown on his face… And how fear-filled his eyes were when he saw the servant fall. Anyone with eyes could see it. He was completely smitten by this man.